After the Fight
The fight was horrid. They sat backs facing each other. Her with a glass of rum. Some Kracken "the good stuff" she thought ruefully. Little did her friend that gave it to her would have thought the saddness that it would be drunk to. There they sat, each with their pipes. The only sound between them was the clicking of lighters and each tried to fill the void with cheap subsitutes. "Why do I sit here, crying ,dribbling rum on my newly cleaned hoodie" she chastizeies herself, taking another hit of the sweet smoke. Funny she started smoking as a natual pain relief for her back. Now she was using it for another reason. She found out it also made the lonliness easier to bear. Another sip, another drag , the click of the lighter, another glass filled, the hurt lessens.