Cafe's Lost Boys
Daisy rolled the cigarette filter between her forefinger and thumb as she exhaled the strange mix of smoke and mint. The unfamiliarity of smoking after so long made her knees feel like jelly and her mouth water with nausea. She watched the mourners return to their cars with their hearts sore but bellies full. “You should go back in, your mum’s looking for you. Who are you kidding on with that- think you’re Lana Del Rey?” Callum, her cousin, interrupted her, taking the menthol off her taking a long draw before exhaling quickly in distaste and stamping the offending item out on top of the bin. Daisy scoffed a laugh and responded “It’s what grieving people do right? Weird stuff” she answered by way of defence. Callum raised a hesitant eyebrow. “Maybe, but what would Café say if she saw you now?” he responded. The cousins almost in unison said “I’ll take that and drop it down your knickers!”. They laughed at the memory of the repeated warning they received from childhood while watching their grandmother chain smoke her way through her golden years. Callum smiled and gave her hand a quick squeeze before going back inside. Such an intimate gesture would have made her balk 2 weeks ago but it seemed so much had changed. She and Callum had become much closer, like they had been as children, only now, they had become entangled in a mission Indiana Jones may have politely declined. Daisy was still trying to make sense of it but for now, needed to help her mother tidy up.
