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Cigarette Angel & Other Stories
Cigarette Angel & Other Stories
Cigarette Angel & Other Stories
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Cigarette Angel & Other Stories

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Cigarette Angel includes three short stories by Blake Pitcher.

Cold, as I am
A loner in a strange city overthinks an innocuous question.

Cigarette Angel
Teacher said smoking kills, so Cindy hides her daddy's cigarettes everyday. When Daddy finally quits, Cindy realizes more people must be saved. Now she's known village-wide as the cigarette angel--until a big tobacco executive attempts to correct a sales anomaly.

Ice Cream for Smitty
When Smitty is terrorized by two young boys, a tiny thought inspires meaningful action.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBlake Pitcher
Release dateFeb 9, 2015
ISBN9781507085660
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    Cigarette Angel & Other Stories - Blake Pitcher

    Cigarette Angel & Other Stories

    By Blake Pitcher

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    Text and cover image © 2013 Blake Pitcher

    All Rights Reserved

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    To my Lovely Editor

    Contents

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    Cold, as I am

    Cigarette Angel

    Ice Cream for Smitty

    Cold, as I am

    When I chose the road of the starving artist, I didn’t think it would be my inspiration that would go hungry.  This place has sucked the spirit from me.

    Tried to write something beautiful, but my hands were cold.  Heard the song in my head, just couldn’t get it down.  And then the photos, the wrestling with nostalgia.  I moved to this rusted out city for cheap rent and to escape certain things—now look at me.

    My restlessness brought me to the last act of the autumnal street festival. 

    The grey of early evening relinquishes its time with a chilling exhalation over clumps of people surrounding the main stage.  It’s weird to be at these things alone, during the in-between times.  I’m tempted to pull my phone out of my pocket and monkey with the screen, like I’m waiting for someone or something.  As it is, I shove my hands in my pockets and try not to stare at anyone.

    Are you as cold as I am?

    The question was innocuous, but I overthought it as usual.

    Its asker is a girl, a young woman.  An Eastern European transplant, second generation perhaps.  Hint of accent.  I feel older than I am. And younger.

    It’s pretty chilly out.  Which is a terrible response, but I am still overthinking the question.  I’m not used to the cold where I’m from, I could say, and that would be partly true.  But that runs two risks.  One is that she will ask me from where and two is much worse—that she will

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