I sat down on a big stone and rolled an unlit cigarette around in my fingers.

I put the unlit cigarette back in my pocket and stepped out into the night.

Michael took the unlit cigarette from his lips and stared at her.

Finally, the bartender, the unlit cigarette still in his mouth, gestured to a girl who was coming through the door.

Her left hand rests on the table holding an unlit cigarette.

"No man," John said as he showed off his unlit cigarette.

He is spotted a lot with unlit cigarettes hanging out of his mouth.

I noticed then, that the unlit cigarette was still in my mouth.

He shook his head once, as if to clear it, then carefully set down both the lighter and the unlit cigarette.

I threw the unlit cigarette out the window, turned a little and took hold of her.