Orange (7/10)

His lit the cigaret and took a long drag. The end turned a bright orange. This orange he was accustom to. Day after day that orange glow hung out of his lips. It was a comfort more than addiction. That's what he told himself at least. 

The glow was mesmerizing, when he was lost in thought. Or lack of, as the situation at hand was. Staring at the flickering orange glow of the burning cigaret he allowed his mind to become blank. 

It allowed him to forget how useless he was. How he had let his friends down. How he was stuck here in this hospital bed, unable to use his legs anymore. How that one fight had changed his life forever. 

That glowing cigaret allowed him to forget.