The heavy rings of cigarette smoke hid the peeling blue paint on the walls. Smoke was just a distraction and a welcome one at that. The smell had permeated through every particle in the atmosphere. She sat, crouching on the bed, snuggled with the stained pillow in the corner as Deb continued to light another one.
She could only hear the flick of the gas lighter as she tried hard not to pay attention to what he was saying. Hard, it was tough for her to be deaf to his words.
His voice, that sound had made her heart jump every time he called out to her.
From the very first time he took her name, it seemed that she was yearning for him to call out to her. Her name appeared to sound sexier, more meaningful when he said it.
But now she did not want to hear any of it.
“Suncho?” said Deb as he blew rings of cigarette smoke into the already foggy room.
"I don’t like sloppy kisses, you know that don’t you? Ki korcho? Look here Shona…"
Yet she couldn’t. She would have run into his arms had it been another day, another time in another era. But today she wanted to turn into stone.
I could not go on after this bit. I hope it is promising enough for me to come back to it...confusing times ahead.