An Unexpected Reunion by Kilted Wookie Sitting back in her seat, Carla took another sip of her coffee, sucked on her cigarette and returned her attention to her newspaper. Skim reading the pages, her eyes flicked over the lines of text without taking in their content. Lost in a world of her own, she ignored the mass of humanity that buzzed purposefully around her. She absently ground the stub of her cigarette into the ashtray in front of her. Pausing only to take another mouthful of coffee, Carla turned the page then reached for her bag. Seconds later, with the filter tip of another cigarette between her lips, she flicked open her lighter and brought the flame towards the end of her cigarette. She inhaled deeply before expelling the smoke from her lungs with a sigh. A voice intruded itself into her awareness. "Carla?" it said, "Carla Stevenson? Is that you?" Puzzled, Carla looked up. A man, about the same age as herself, stood at the other side of her table. He had
Just a man, sharing his words; trying to make the world a happier place, one naughty hashtag at a time.