He sat on the cardboard recycling dumpster, and watched the slow revolution of his ex girlfriend's cigarette: hips, tits, mouth; tits, hips. She squinted at him, but neither of them had anything to say, so he hopped off the dumpster. He half smiled at her, and when he brushed the hair from her eyes, she opened her mouth -she had a pretty scowl.
Still no words between them.
The smile faded from his eyes, and he walked away.