Fifteen by John C. Mannone

Strawberry and lime streaks her hair; purple eyeliner and gothic black fingernail polish sheens under escalator lights at the outside mall. With one hand, she clicks buttons on a smart phone, messages her dreams to Casey. With the other, fingers brace a menthol cigarette whose smoke rises toward the stars, disappearing into the vast night.

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