The Tobacconist

[sirhugs]

She is naive, school in an all girl's school after her parentys were killed tragically.

All that she remembers of her father is the smell of his cigar smoke in his sweater when she sat on his lap as a child.

One day, newly graduated, going about to look for a job, she sees a set of stairs leading down to a tiny door below street level in the base of an office tower. The sign says "Tobacconist". As a customer leaves, there is a waft of the same odour she recalls from her father.

Slowly... she enters...

 

[Carnevil9]

The Freudian potential of all those cigars is enormous!

 

[mcevin]

Omg, that is so sweet, it reminds me of my grampa. I was afraid of him at first. I was five. He was big, and dark, and swarthy, and he was always sort of grumpy. One day he came into the kitchen and Grandma was like, "You sure are grumpy today!" I thought it was his name, so I started calling him "Grumpy."

Grumpy smoked cigars. Mom wouildn't let him smoke them in the house, so he'd go out on the back porch. It was enclosed and we'd close the shutters in the fall. He'd sit in the old lazy boy and watch football on the old TV. He'd smoke his cigars and drink scotch.

On Sundays, Mom and Grandma went shopping and Dad played golf. Grumpy stayed home with me. I used to lie on him in the lazy boy and nap. It was usually cold, and he had this big quilt he put over me, and I had my little blanket. I would drift in an out of sleep while his big tummy rocked me with his breathing.

All I need is to smell a sweet cigar smoke, or scotch, or both, and I can close my eyes and go back through the years and be the little girl sleeping safe and warm on my Grumpy.

 

[snoopercharmbrights]

... the little girl sleeping safe and warm on my Grumpy.

Not on Lit you can't, at least not without fighting the "If she's little he must be a paedo" brigade!

 

[mcevin]

Not on Lit you can't, at least not without fighting the "If she's little he must be a paedo" brigade!

Oh, yah, I should have put in my disclaimer, but there wasn't any sex, in what I posted, or in the real-life situation I described, and I didn't mention any ages. One of the reasons I became a Wild Child is that after Grumpy died and mom and dad split up, I couldn't get "appropriate" physical closeness with responsible, safe grownups any more, and I wound up with whatever I could get.

Love,

Jamie

 

[snoopercharmbrights]

... "appropriate" physical closeness ...

In the UK today the general thought is that ANY physical closeness is "inappropriate". I know of one office building where the lifts (US=elevators) are wholly unofficially but very effectively segregated, and a visitor will quickly spot that the men use one of them and the women use the other.

 

[colddiesel]

In the UK today the general thought is that ANY physical closeness is "inappropriate". I know of one office building where the lifts (US=elevators) are wholly unofficially but very effectively segregated, and a visitor will quickly spot that the men use one of them and the women use the other.

Bullshit, nice try but total bullshit.