As usual, Sax chain smoked his fags. Altair glimpsed the flick and lift action of Sax’s right hand. Imagining, coarse, nailless, nicotine stained, sausage fingers ascending to bristle stiff, grey, pencil moustache topped lips. Drag, hold, exhale; billowing smoke adding to the polluted atmosphere.
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theINFP 
You have quite the way with words; I got the picture and the feeling.
Thank you for your feedback. The excerpt is from a story I’m attempting to write.
Wow! Excerpt from your own writing? Powerful visual impact.
Thank you, Eileen. Yes my own writing 😊