Granny said, “I know that I promised that I would quit smoking when I reached 100, but I figure that since I didn’t have my cake yet, that I could enjoy one more cigarette.  I started smoking in 1930 when I was 8 years old, and it hasn’t killed me yet.  I was not able to legally purchase tobacco at that time, but I used to filch, pilfer, or steal some from my parents, when they weren’t looking.  They smoked Luckies and I made some Lucky Strikes on their packs of cigarettes.”  I laughed and wished her a happy birthday.

Written for Stine Writing – Poetry, Positivity, and Connecting!, Simply 6 Minutes hosted by Christine Bialczak.