An unlit cigarette dangled from His mouth
as he fiddled with a couple of dysfunctional lighters, Jack and Jill. Jill had
fuel, but no spark. Jack had spark, but was fresh out of fuel.
Armed with a Swiss Army knife, his
ambitious attempt to integrate the two had failed miserably. Different sizes
don’t mix well, He discovered.
The butt was getting moist. he salvaged what
he could of the lighters and His pride.
Left with two bare units, held together
somewhat desperately, He made an attempt at sweet relief.
Valves opened, sparks flew,
Valves opened, sparks flew,
more smoke was created than light.
A few springs and screws
were no longer of use
and found their way out of sight.
