Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.
Outside they huddled together for warmth, taking comfort in each other.
Feeling like outcasts, lepers, exiles, shunned, degraded.
Forever to be evicted from comfort and companionship.
No longer part of the accepted crowd, group, mainstream.
Since 'the law' had been passed they were destined to be outsiders, uncomfortable, cold, oppressed, abused.
All because they smoke!
I haven't smoked for 12 years but I do feel sorry for smokers now, especially in the pub when they have to go outside to enjoy a cigarette with their drink. The 'no smoking' law has killed the pub trade here, yet another one of our locals is due to close.