28th October 2016.

Prompt- 'A book that smell of cigarettes' from MiriSaraie

Lost among the volumes of history and knowledge,

It remained, confined to darkness and dust.

It's days of glory, were now just history.

Pages well worn, now coated in layers of abandonment.

Once it could be easily found on the large iak desk

Or on the bedside table beside countless cigarette butts.

Now as the old master of the house, was only a memory.

His favourite book, now lay buried beneath many others.

Sorry, if this was lame.