He lighted a cigarette.
The night was still young. The atmosphere was hot and humid. Sweat beads filled his entire forehead. He looked into the infinite darkness of the sky. Stars were shining dim and gloomy. He couldn’t say why. He was trying to find the two brightest stars in the endless blackness above. His dad and mom! They would be satisfied, he knows. Their children have started the war to avenge them. He wanted to know why they were killed. Two of his victims didn’t say that and they have mentioned the third one, could be the chief conspirator. It has something to do with politics, he thinks so. Is there something else? He has to find that. He exhaled puffs of smoke into the air.
A young man came to him and politely asked. “Do you have any extra cigarettes?”
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