She lights up her poorly rolled cigarette, she lets the smoke fill her lungs before exhaling slowly. The bitter taste of tobacco lingers after she stubs it out. A taste she hates, yet craves.
Slamming the patio door shut, she then changes into her comfiest outfit - light blue Levis, a baggy pink shirt,some
beat up trainers- and heads off.
Ev
She thinks.
The beeping of the phone echoes quietly in her ear until she hears the chiming tone of Ev's voice, drawing her back.
"Shall I pick up?" Ev asks, knowingly.
"Yeah, I'll give you the ten later" is her response before she hung up.
Wyn stuffs her bag with munchies, water, her beloved metal grinder, purse and sunglasses and leaves to meet Ev at the graveyard.
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Hanger
General FictionHer life isn't the most exciting, but doesn't she like to make it so. Wynona has always thought differently, so she thinks. Sex, drugs and her best friend is the very short list of what she needs. What will happen when one of these factors becomes t...
