God I need a smoke and it’s too late to go out. I'll just sneak one in the bathroom; Mom and Dad won't notice.
Sitting on the toilet I light my smoke, and after a few drags there’s a knock at the door. Oh SHIT now what am I going to do!
Thinking quickly I stick the smoke behind my lower back so that I can drop it if need be. In walks mom to check her hair and wash her hands.
Shit, I’m gonna get busted for sure.
Why didn't I lock the door? Mom leaves.
Join a great bunch of writers over at Carrot Ranch each week who write a 99 word (no more, no less) flash fiction from the prompts that +Charli Mills gives us. This week the prompt is to write a story that includes a vice.