As The Smoke Rises
Short term gain fights long term memory
"It was a pleasure to burn."
So read the updated ad. I nodded as I walked past it again, remembering what a pleasure it used to be, even after the ban. The rush as the wisp of smoke drifted higher than my earthly presence.
It was indeed a pleasure to burn, but the disposal after the fact was an entirely different business. The sour smell lingered like an unwelcome guest at the dying hours of a party.
I got my new lung in the end. They allowed me to dispose of the old one.
It was a pleasure to burn.