“No, you don’t blow, sweetheart. It’s not a cigarette.” He reached over, plucked the blunt from between her index and middle fingers, pinched the end and brought it to his lips. He inhaled deeply, then released.
“Give it to me.”
He tilted his head up, looked at her through heavy eyelids. “You ever done this before?”
She snatched the blunt from his hand, mimicked his movements, but she took too deep a drag, swallowed the smoke, and let out three rattling coughs.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said laughing. “You’re so cute trying to be bad.”
“Whatever.” She passed him the blunt.
“Just don’t be like them crazy girls…hallucinatin’ shit,” he said between hits.
A soft giggle in the distance caught her attention. She looked up to see four cartoonish aliens standing behind a tree. They waved, winked, and blew kisses in her direction.
“Oh my god! Do you see that?” She tapped his shoulders frantically.
“What I say.” He shook his head. “Hallucinatin’ shit.”
word count: 171
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration.