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i raised the joint to my lips and flicked my yellow lighter on.
smoke filled my lungs and i relished the feeling.
the high took over and through hazy vision i watched aspen across the room.
i should have stopped her.
she gathered her hair to one side and rubbed the back of her hand across her nose.
she tilted her head back and sighed in ecstasy.
i should have stopped her.
i should have told her
that drugs weren’t the way.
YOU ARE READING
Memories of Aspen
Short Story"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
