She walked into my office and sat down, as though she'd walked into my office and sat down a million times before. She had elegant fingers and she reached into her purse. I reached for my gun that I keep next to the bottle of whiskey in the top desk drawer. In this town, you've got to be ready for anything or you'll find yourself lying in a hole with only the groundhogs to keep you company. She pulled out a cigarette. It was long. Real long. No cigarette had any business being that long. She started to reach into her purse again, but I was already striking a match with my thumb for her. She looked me straight in the eye. Like she wanted to say something. A burning question. Burning so hot I could see the flames dancing in her eyes. I knew what she wanted. I could feel the heat between us too. She leaned forward and I lit her cigarette. I watched her eyes through the smoke. Liar's eyes, I thought.
The first time I heard her voice, I knew it was trouble. This type are always trouble. Trouble with a capital T... "Let me tell you why I'm here, Mr Spade".
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This is my favorite. Perfect composition. Nice, dramatic lighting. If one weren't looking for a pencil, it would absolutely pass as a cigarette. Nice work!
Great composition, excellent exposure and contrast, and the title is perfect (great reference!). The slight smoke is a perfect touch to bump it to a 10 from me.
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