Passive smoking

They both saw the smoke at the same. They stopped, looked at each other and simultaneously dived into their respective bags.

“Mine’s a bit old fashioned but it still does the job” he said as he took aim and started snapping on a much-loved film camera.
Three minutes later the toxic tower had burnt itself out and they went their separate ways.

That evening J was still feeling lousy, she could still smell the acrid smoke. “I wonder if the other bloke feels as crook I do”, she thought to herself, “I hope he got a better picture than me”.

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