Bicycles, Muscles, Cigarettes
begins: It had been two days since Evan Hamilton had stopped smokingand it seemed to him that everything he'd said and thought for the two
days somehow suggested cigarettes. He looked at his hands under
the kitchen light. He sniffed his knuckles and his fingers.
"I can smell it," he said,
And ends with a single sentence:
Hamilton left the door open then he thought the better of it and
closed it halfway.
---What a lovely, maybe uncomplicated, close. Not what we wanted,
but what we get. A good simple end to a good simple story.
