New York Crusade

Ava

Getting off of work at the usual two-thirty in the morning, Ava stretched as she locked the door to the bar behind her.

Sighing to herself as she did after every long shift, she lit up a cigarette as she walked down the empty sidewalk towards her studio apartment. Smoking was an unfortunate side effect of her stressful life.

Thinking back to her last family reunion, she remembered her mother's face as she excused herself from the dining room table. "That habit is going to be the death of you." She said as Ava opened the door to leave.

It wasn't something she could stop. After the ever growing cat calls and incessant slaps on her slim behind, the stress was enough to warrant such a crutch.

As she sighed, a spray of smoke left her lips as she walked down the familiar sidewalk. Reminiscing upon her addiction, she looked at the cigarette in her hand in disgust. She never liked smoking, but felt as if it were a necessary evil.