“Quit,” said the voice yet again.
“I will not. Why should I?” I countered, refusing to bow down to it.
The world felt much better when I persisted.
Nothing seemed wrong till the doctor’s report came. The future all of a sudden felt hazy.
“One puff too many,” said the voice, as I looked at the pack of cigarettes I had just thrown into the dustbin.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
19th April, 2018)