He sits unsteadily, then wisely rips off the filter to avoid viruses.
He lights the two inches of cigarette remaining, dragging smoke in deep… then, an all too familiar coughing fit overrides this brief welcome inhalation.
He stands up shakily, stumbles three steps to the curb, grabs onto a street pole that stands luckily close at hand, bends and spits out prodigious volumes of bloody phlegm.
He sighs… “please, just one more day…”