Katie and Me

Katie and Me Fiction-by Kirsten Nash Katie and me were sitting in the field and we were smoking. We were smoking grass, and not the kind of grass that you could brag about behind the backstop at school, but the kind of grass that you rolled in the paper insides of cigarette package foil. You needed a Bic lighter to run the flame under the tinfoil part until it kissed the paper goodbye. When the paper was lifted from the glue, we curled the hay up in it, because that’s what the grass really was…shredded hay, and we licked, twisted and snapped at the edges of the paper until we had a cigarette. We were desperate for any vestige of sophistication, and so we took …

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