I smoked my first cigar.
I felt it char
The back of my throat.
It was a burning rush
Adrenaline and nicotine coursing through my veins.
But it made me know
It made me feel
Calm
Excited
Scared
Like everything would be ok
It calmed me.
It whispered with the crackle of burning tobacco
"It will be ok"
"It was an accident"
With every puff, I knew it was right.
I knew that it would be ok.
YOU ARE READING
short storys
Historia CortaThis is going to be a book of short storys I think of in my free time.
