From dusk to dawn, as the rain pours down, faceless, unnamed men and women live silent lives. There is a veteran in the park yearning to make sense of his life. There is an alcoholic struggling with loneliness. There is a girl gathering the pieces of herself, desperately hoping to find the things that will help her remember or help her forget. There is an old woman looking at the rain, thinking of a boy who once loved her. There is a man staring out across the water, searching for hope in a beam of light. Everywhere, within every person, there is a story being told to no one, being lost forever to the ticking away of time. A.B. Hughes' short story anthology, "Cigarettes in the Rain," chronicles a single night in the life of a dozen people.