Apple takes out her beloved red delicious and sparks a flame.
Inhaling slowly, letting the smoke dance through her lip rings, she pulls and pulls and pulls until she can pull no more. With a cough and a giggle she exhales as we pass the famous Kapok tree a few meters inside Tikal.
The gnarled face of Whistler perks up into a smile as he points far into the canopy, yells “monkey!”, and then wails out a strange jingle from a small flute that dangles from his neck.
The monkey ignores. Apple laughs. Continue reading