by Paul Condrey
she sits with me while i smoke my last cigarette down to the filter again. it is almost always like this towards the end of our nights together. bored again with conversation too mundane or maybe too regular for my liking and the night sky turning to a shade of blue-red that can only be witnessed during the earliest hours of he morning. she asks me once more if i've had a good time with her, would i like to go again? i only wish harder that this damn cigarette would burn a bit faster so i wouldn't have to sit here and answer meaningless questions anymore. i can only respond with a simple answer: nope.
Paul Condrey currently resides in Orlando, Florida. He attends Seminole Community College and is a creative writing major.