creativeConstantine's face was visible in the brief glow, as he lit a Silk Cut from the butt of its predecessor. Dropping the butt, he idly watched as a tuft of dry grass that had grown through a crack in the footpath flared and shrivelled.
Squaring his shoulders, he kicked a broken bottle from the path and sauntered to the door.
tv100 — broken bottle, cigarette butt, dry grass 