First thing I noticed when I visited Johnny's workshop was the sign:
No Smoking in Workshop
Since I was just about to light up, I asked Johnny "why?"
"Oh my God, Perry!" he practically shouted. "Never ever, ever smoke here!"
"But why?" I asked again. "Is there a big risk of explosion?"
"No, there's no safety hazard."
With that, I lit up and took a long drag on my cigarette.
"NO, NO, NO, PERRY!" screamed Claude, "BY ALL THAT'S HOLY, NO!!!!"
"But why if nothing is unsafe?" I asked once more.
"That sign's for you, Perry," he answered. "I know how absent-minded you are. You don't smoke."
Yes, this week I've penned a "message piece" for my Friday Fictioneers offering in response to the picture prompt above, which has come in at a neat and tidy 107 words. And the message is "No Smoking in Workshop or Anywhere Else."
This isn't my first piece about smoking; click here if perchance you'd like to read "Mind Very Much If She Smokes." Also don't forget to check out the smoking hot offerings of all the other Friday Fictioneers, absent-minded and otherwise, by clicking here.
They'll light up your life, but not your cigarettes.