Sam M Semaan

The Purple Lighter Sam M Semaan

She lit up a cigarette; her hand shaking as she tried to get the fire of the lighter closer to her Gitanes Super Lights, and her eyes gazing from behind her frameless glasses at the flickering fire. She inhaled the smoke in, and then placed the lighter neatly on the pack of cigarettes sitting on the rectangular wooden coffee table. She exhaled a white cloud of cigarette smoke that slowly mutated into a million shapes before they disappeared into the air. She had a story to tell, and she was adamant on letting the world know.