A man stood in the darkness smoking. There was no source of light in the room. The only thing that reflected on his shadow was the lights from the moon that fell on his masculine frame.
As he sucked on the blunt end of his cigarette, it flickered in the dark room emitting a few sparks here and there. Beside him was an ash tray that was almost full at first glance. He would occasionally blow the smoke out through his nose and alternatively his mouth just for fun.
A shadow appeared before him and bowed respectfully. He paid no mind to the shadow and continued smoking . A few minutes went by as the silence stretched between them. It was only after he was done smoking that he looked towards the shadow .
