1958—Out of jail

1958—Out of jail

His mouth felt dry. He took another sip of his coffee, and slowly brought the cigarette back to his lips. He saw his hand shake. With the smoke irritating his eyes, he narrowed them into slits and drew deeper. The burning cigarette’s red tip quickly expanded toward his fingers and scintillated in the air. He tilted his head back, and puckered the lips to let out a long stream of white smoke toward the ceiling. In a flash, he saw two aging faces staring at him and fading fast against the pale paint above him. The stream of smoke hit the ceiling and sent a white cloud dispersing across. He took another puff, and exhaled it slowly… the burning logs in the woodstove crackled, and a fury of waving flames escaped from the open vents…