“Pass me that doobie, dude,” Calvin said to his friend Dwight.
Dwight took a big hit from the joint and handed it to Calvin. After letting out his breath, he looked over at Calvin and said, “Whoa, this is some good shit, man.”
The two of them sat on a bench in front of the fire pit in Dwight’s backyard. Calvin took a toke.
Both sat silently for a while. Dwight finally broke the silence. “Mesmerizing,” he said.
“It’s the universe and it’s speaking to me,” said Calvin, staring at the glowing, reddish embers at the bottom of the fire pit.
“It’s like you’re standing on top of a mountain looking down at a city in flames,” Dwight said.
“It’s like you’re God, looking at the world you just created,” marveled Calvin.
“More like Godzilla after destroying Tokyo,” Dwight said.
“Don’t mess with Godzilla, dude,” Calvin said. He took another hit off the joint before handing it back to Dwight, who did the same.
The two of them sat silently staring into the fire pit.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Image credit: Enisa.