Died of cancer, he did. Wanted a woodland burial, like the smell he said, reminded him of when he was a kid and could run about without getting out of puff. Packet of fags and a lighter in there, you know. Just in case I need to burn my way out, or give the lungs another blast, and die again, happy.
This piece was inspired by a photo prompt at Creative Writing Ink
Colette Coen 
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