Thursday, September 1, 2011
Write on Edge challenged us to write about a "season of change":
I loved sitting outside in the dark all alone, smoking a cigarette. “Healthy” types probably don’t think this is very zen, but really, it was almost like meditating.
Everything was so still, and there were plenty of stars to stare at between the clouds. My cat was lit up in the window, staring out at me with contempt.
My husband had left out of town that morning, and I could come out here as often as I wanted without judgment.
The only problem was, I was smoking my last cigarette.
In the morning, I will go and buy some more, I thought.
I took a drag.
If it’s positive, I won’t go buy any, and that will be that.
The next morning, the first thing I did was pee on a stick. I didn’t buy any cigarettes.