purple sweater: that's what we're waiting for
24 years old but it was the same infatuation found in seventh graders glistening from behind the screen of her cigarette smoke. The soft snap back of her lighter and the whirring ripping of the air of the accompanying flame were the only sounds in the room as she lit up his cigarette for him….
Trisha, I know we’ve never really spoken, but I love your writing. Especially this. (Haha, sorry if that was at all awkward.) Also, I appreciate your response to my post earlier. :)
no problem dear :) and thanks a lot!
