An Ashtray's Agony

An Ashtray's Agony Every insult she threw my way was as fiery as each cigarette drag that followed. The ashtray also felt her wrath, as each arrogant puff ended with a flick of ashy anger into its depths. The blackness spread within us as her onslaught continued, until the final, heart-searing blow was delivered as she walked out the door. I looked at the ashtray with the butt smouldering in its center - and I knew its pain.