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Secret Cigarettes

When Peggy Taylor, my best friend, and I were 13, we'd skip school, go to my house, and smoke cigarettes. I remember the euphoric happiness that would encompass me the friendship, the danger, the laughter, and, always eventually, the urge to poop. We theorized then that nicotine might be the perfect diet aid. Now, 40 years later, I smoke secret cigarettes and feel the euphoria coupled with the urge to fill, not empty, and I know I've moved a small step forward.

© 2017 Carol Hummel