Ewan

Believe it or not, I wrote this as part of Nanowrimo 2007. This is Chapter One. A then near future dystopic policier where smoking was completely banned, like prohibition for liquor. You'll probably find this a bit dull, but by chapter three or four I think it has a bit of pull. Maybe I'll post those too. Here is the blurb from when I self-pubbed it badly at Bubok Prohibition: not booze, fags. Ray and Harry get wind of a lorry-load of illegal cigarettes and decide to hi-jack it at the point of delivery. Just outside Parliament. Ray and Harry recognise one of the customers. It's the Home Secretary. What can they do? A slightly revised version will be available on smashwords, eventually.