Habitual Indulgence
By Sarah Lacy
Habitual Indulgence This morning I woke to a closet full of wrinkled attire and the smell of black coffee brewing from Nanny's addiction. The absence of authority seemed to make the sun shine a little brighter, hiding the artificial light in its glass dwelling. As I turned on the iron I was met by an unfamiliar, yet almost comforting sight. So many years we begged for her to stop, but there it sat... Nanny's pink lighter. Now it seems to me a symbol of liberation, a stand against misguided doctors and freedom from the disheartening chains of adultery. As she raises that cancerous stick to her delicate lips all I can do is smile and know that my Nanny is truly content. ~Sarah Lacy~ Written April 1st, 2001 © on Jun 01 2001 08:52 AM PST 0 • 10
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