The Last Cigarette

In the last smoking bar in Santa Monica, a beautiful woman in a green evening dress sits alone, smoking and drinking Martinis. She has a past, a secret and no future. Watching her from the bar while he drinks doubles is a man with little to lose, who will stop at nothing to win her.

“The Last Cigarette” by Steven Fechter is a tantalising and playful flirtation between two lonely strangers, layered in metaphor, and cleverly told in the evocative style of Film Noir