Burnt-lemon Smoke
“Hey, get ready. Fifteen seconds …”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready.”
“… five, four, three, two, inhale—”
The burnt-lemon smoke burns her throat as it goes down, leaves her feeling rough and raw. Spasmodic coughs shake her body.
“—there, I think you got it all. Sit down …”
Her head feels hot as her friend’s hands guide her down to the carpet’s cool embrace. It’s so soft, so yielding! The perfect place to be, the perfect place to stretch out her legs and wiggle her toes and giggle and fall over—