annavslife
Kathy's first kiss tasted of cigarette smoke and licorice from the newsagent's on the corner. It had been a dare, in front of an audience of peers who sniggered and passed around a pack of Pall Mall. When she was alone, she sat on the front porch and stuffed her mouth with sweets, choking down smoke from a cigar stolen from her grandfather's cabinet-- but the taste was never quite the same.