Open 3rd
He’d been cold turkey for 43 days…
After that last Final, though, Adam Wilkes bee lined to the nearest secluded balcony on the East Side Halls, and lit up. Leaning over the railing, his left hand pinching the cigarette, Adam stared into space. Out over the tops of the adjacent Castle extension, over the Forbidden Forest (the tips of the tress just visible), and into the space in the back of his head.
Thinking on nothing in particular, really. Adam took a long drag but this time kept the smoke hanging off his bottom lip. Stretching both hands over his head he groaned. Twisted his torso, cracked his knuckles; folded back over the railing. The fag still perched between his lips.
He nearly space out again if a voice didn’t interrupt...
After that last Final, though, Adam Wilkes bee lined to the nearest secluded balcony on the East Side Halls, and lit up. Leaning over the railing, his left hand pinching the cigarette, Adam stared into space. Out over the tops of the adjacent Castle extension, over the Forbidden Forest (the tips of the tress just visible), and into the space in the back of his head.
Thinking on nothing in particular, really. Adam took a long drag but this time kept the smoke hanging off his bottom lip. Stretching both hands over his head he groaned. Twisted his torso, cracked his knuckles; folded back over the railing. The fag still perched between his lips.
He nearly space out again if a voice didn’t interrupt...