(Smack is slouched in a chair, dead. Pause. Smack opens his eyes and looks out front.)
Anyone got a smoke? I’m dying for a…How come, tell me this, how come I still crave for a smoke when I’m dead? (Pause) Oh, by the way, my name’s Smack. Not my real name, and nothing to do with drugs, OK? (Pause) I can’t move my body. Can hardly move my eyes. It’s a funny old thing life. One minute you’re here laughing and crying and having a breathing old time and the next, Smack! Lights out. (Pause) God, I need a smoke! Is this it then? Sitting here forever without being able to move and still craving a smoke or a…God forbid…a quick leg over. Have I got a stiffy? Can’t feel it. Then again I couldn’t, could I? (Pause) What if..? What if I’m a ghost? A lonely sort of ghost then. A chatty sort of ghost you might say. Now I’m scaring myself. (Starts to slowly raise his left arm) Look at that. Maybe if I concentrate really hard I’ll be able to stand and move across the room and get a smoke or make myself a Pizza and chips. (Moves his mouth and wets his lips with his tongue) No, no taste. Try the other arm. (Slowly raises his right arm) I can wave. (Waves his arm) Hello everybody! I’m here! It’s Smack! (Both arms suddenly drop) Well it’s early days. I’ve got the rest of eternity…..
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- Written by: Bryan Oliver