“i’m bored,” she said quietly to the empty room.
and so she sought to distance herself from the growing discomfort in her spirit. it was a loneliness that rippled through her.
it rippled like the whiskey in her glass did as she set it down too firmly on the table.
her mind eased and her consciousness dulled, she sat alone in the sun and watched the smoke curl as it rose from the joint between her fingers.