Borrowdean threw his half- finished cigarette into the ever-widening creek below.

Remembering my half- finished cigarette in the ashtray, I picked it up and took a drag.

Spade looked up at him and smiled, holding the finished cigarette in one hand, his lighter in the other.

It's all in the past. He threw his half- finished cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his shoe.

I saw the latter shake his head, raising his half- finished cigarette as much as to indicate his preference for that branch of smoking.

"Three." minute threw away a half- finished cigarette.