Nov 30, 2008
I flicked the Zippo's wheel, the flint caught the flame and started to burn with a slow sputter. Shading the flame with my hand I lit the cigarette in my mouth, taking a deep drag to let the flame catch. The minty taste of the tobacco filled my mouth and I flipped the lighter close.
I took the cigarette from my mouth and placed it between her lips. She took a satisfied, long drag, touched my cheek and said, "You're a sweetheart."
And I felt loved.
I could have written more, but I think nothing more can be written after this.
A humble and insincere thanks to everyone for reading this whole week. A summing up post tomorrow and then...who knows!
Written By Pallav