100 Words: Original Sin

[crisper]

They lost count of the close calls they had over the years. It wasn’t a real trip, they’d joke, unless someone almost died. Every kind of drug in every combination... Sometimes they didn’t even know what they were taking. Just a matter of time before one of them ran out of luck, really. So after the initial shock, she found that she wasn’t that surprised. And the sharpness of her grief was tempered by the realization that his body was still saturated with thousands of dollars of product.

“Cremated,” she told the funeral director, fingering the straw in her pocket.

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For consideration: "All I wanna do is breathe you in."