The rain beat steadily against the roof of the car as the mechanical jerk of the wipers sounded just as frequently. The sun hadn't shown its merciful rays for days.
The driver of the car glanced from side to side as the glare on the windshield flashed from a flourecent red to green. The sound of the rain becaming deafening as the car accelerated away from the intersection. The interior of the car lit momentarily as the man sitting in the rear struck a match. The flame rose to the cigar in his mouth, shortly followed by two voluminous puffs of smoke and a violent shaking of the now tiny light. The car returned to darkness, save one lone speck of light, occasionally brightening enough to make out the man's figure.
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Yet another work in progress by James Sonne, tentatively named "Trepid."
Um.. I'm a smoker, and weither smoking cigars or cigarettes, you don't shake the ashes loose after two puffs, there simply is no ashes yet to shake off. 
