Candice Summer Sucking
I was as high as the weed smoke that lingered above our heads. We’d been hiding underneath some hanging trees for at least a few hours, trying to escape the heat.I half shut my eyes at the sting of the blinding sunset; silhouettes danced against a backdrop of orange and pink hues. I smiled at an inflatable starfish that bounced off into the horizon; the tentacles swayed in sync with the distant sound of house music playing off someone’s phone.Something poked my shoulder; it was a pretty pink...