A slow drag and a sip of Scotch

A phone ringing in the distance, he sits there, eyeing a glass of scotch. Slow burning cigarette on his fingertips, she sighs, and he winces. What he wouldn’t do for a line right now, a spark, the gasoline is there, just one match. There is nothing in the world he would not do for her; … Continue reading A slow drag and a sip of Scotch

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