“Do you smoke?” She asked, plucking a packet of offbrand cigarettes from her jacket pocket.
He seemed to ponder the question, as if debating whether or not to take up the habit any second now. “No,” he said at last.
She flicked open the lighter—amber sparks crumbling to the ground as blue flames danced to meet her lips. “Me neither,” she said, taking a good long drag, and looking up at the stars.
-Cari Croft Wants to Believe-WIP Camp Nano April 2019










