Un peu de fumée bleue...

An open box. Six cigarettes lined up on the counter. A few hand-written words on each of them. Put in order, the words read out a poem. The tobacco is old and the cigarettes leave a bitter taste deep in the mouth. Why these words? What is the story hidden behind the smoke that escapes in blue wreaths? Laura knows many beginnings to it. There is talk about a suffering prisoner and crying women. Will she ever know the end?

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Un peu de fumée bleue...