Middle of the night

[princessmargo]

Once upon a time, my mother smoked. Don't judge her too harshly; at the time it seemed as if every adult and adolescent adult-wannabe smoked cigarettes. Multi-colored butts covered every flat surface, Non-Smoking Sections were in their infancy, and businesses had ashtrays to try to keep the detritus localized. Everything smelled of active or stale

Comments

[gravity]

Interesting concept. I am seldom out of arm's reach from my iPhone. I am so very glad that I quit smoking nearly a year ago. BTW, I just challenged you on Words. :)