Courtney

Courtney sucked hungrily on the last embers of her cigarette, exhaling the drag a moment later in a long exhalation. The bitter cloud sucked out the window a moment later, making her feel a little melancholic in its wake. When she was younger, the whole world smelled like cigarette smoke. Restaurants with her friends, alleyways during breaks where she and her peers bitched about her dance teachers, her father's office on the rare days he made it home before the middle of the night. It was just e...