Letty Louis might have been described as eccentric or even precocious,
Smoking in Windows
I stood at the window in my studio and slid the locks open. With a thrill I pushed the window open and felt the cold January air bite my skin. I lowered myself to perch on the sill, pulled my droopy cardigan closer around me as I fished a clove cigarette from the barely smoked pack, and lit it with the excited abandon of a 38 year old mother of three. The incense burning on the shelf near by swirled thickly, filling the room overbearingly. None escaped the open window. Instead, the draft pulled frosty air into the room and I immediately questioned my spontaneous, deviant, indulgence. Fuck it. We've come too far. I lit the cigarette and took a long drag, watching the smoke from the lit ember immediately pull into the room. This plan was obviously built on romantic images from movies, of some needy or even satisfied soul stealing a moment of solitude and waiving away the surgeon general's warning as they lived in the moment and indulged a destructive act of abandon. I fe...
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