End of the line
Added 2022-06-25 14:30:39 +0000 UTCThe metro station was empty that night, so it came as no surprise at all that she didn't notice your tiny stature when she flicked her cigarette right where you were standing ...
However, being a smoker yourself, before you shrank, you knew fair well what was going to happen next, as the cigarette hit you, pushing you onto your butt and landing on top of your leg, you were stuck there.
She then shifted her foot to extinguish the cigarette as all smokers do ...
Your last sight was the sole of her heel towering above you, getting closer and closer.
You knew you would either get stomped, or ground to a pulp under her heel.
Smoking kills ...
