They had been assigned to his supervision today. But with an easel, pencils and an open landscape before him, their mother's words seemed like a distant blur.
She picked up the soiled ochre-stained end of his old habit and tried salvaging what was left of those listless smoke rings. Prodding the bolstered side between her lips, she clenched her teeth into that bitter sponge.
And waited.
For his disapproval.
His nubile eighteen-year-old mind looked through her at the hillock beyond.
She inhaled the innards of the tobacco filter and coughed out faint puffs of juvenile rejection.
With a slanting gaze she held on to the cigarette.
His disinterest gave Lolita her muse.
* For 3WW
**Photo Credit: 'Candy Cigarette' by Sally Mann
She picked up the soiled ochre-stained end of his old habit and tried salvaging what was left of those listless smoke rings. Prodding the bolstered side between her lips, she clenched her teeth into that bitter sponge.
And waited.
For his disapproval.
His nubile eighteen-year-old mind looked through her at the hillock beyond.
She inhaled the innards of the tobacco filter and coughed out faint puffs of juvenile rejection.
With a slanting gaze she held on to the cigarette.
His disinterest gave Lolita her muse.
* For 3WW
**Photo Credit: 'Candy Cigarette' by Sally Mann
