She lives for this.

Angelina reaches for her pack of cigarettes and pulls the lighter plug. She likes that red glow, the feel of the smoke filling her lungs, the feel of her strength as she blows all that smoke out through her nose, blows out all that shit from the day and guns the car a bit more.

SPEED OF LIGHT BY HELEN SILVERSTEIN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 08

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