My short story (one sentence, you got time for that, right?), Liza The Smoker, is appearing at Monkeybicycle. It's a cool journal. Check it out.
Liza the Smoker
by
Wendy Sumner-Winter
Liza was one of those girls who smoked but who never took on the look of a real smoker—she held the cigarette between the knuckle and first finger joint and kissed the cigarette with wet and puckered lips and she never inhaled—and I never trust a smoker who doesn’t know how to smoke properly, which is to say that I never trusted Liza.
