With smudged black eyes and tear-etched cheeks, Elsie inhaled the corrosive nicotine, savoring the deep burn. She needed it, just one, a few drags to steady her trembling hands and frazzled thoughts. The four glasses of sangria she enjoyed earlier was an added bonus, an anesthetizing gift.
The marriage proposal had blindsided her. So unexpected, Elsie reeled from the notion that she could be such a fool. She flicked the smoldering cigarette into the trail of gasoline and watched it slither toward his house, the house he shared with his bride.
She hissed, “Best wishes for a life of fiery, all-consuming passion.”
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