cigarettes in the snow

The man took a last drag of his cigarette and flicked it from his fingers. He pulled his fur coat closer around his small frame, his breath misting in the frozen air. The snow was falling, thick and silent. All sounds of the passing traffic were muffled in this narrow alley, the people and their errands forgotten, reduced to insignificance – silenced by the heavy white sky.

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