No Smoking Under the Street Lamps: Urban Fantasy

His footsteps echoed through the dank alley air as he sauntered forward into the spill of light coming from the streetlight. He paused in the pool of light to strike a match for his cigarette. His head bowed over the small ember, and his hair shone brilliant black with brilliantine as he waited to take that first puff. He tilted his head back and exhaled a long stream of smoke. On top of the street lamp, there came the sound of a stifled cough. He waited. Smoked. Exhaled a long plume that haloed the lamp in a gray cloud. The stifled cough turned into a harsh hacking fit. The lamp rattled from the weight convulsing on top of it. He didn't move. The vehemence of the coughs increased until the lamp swayed perilously from side to side.


Inspiration: "In the Dark" by Etta Jones
Story Potential: Meh. This isn't really the start of a story on it's own. Could be low-to-medium.
Finished Length: Short story all the way, bay-bee.
Notes: Similar to Constantine in mood, in some ways (the comic book...not the movie).