Rememberance

Where's G-pop? We're all at a party. It's late fall. There's hors d'oeuvres out. People are pouring drinks, and glasses are clinking. There's laughter and low talk. Old jokes and new gossip. We've been like this for the last hour, everyone enjoying themselves. But where's G-pop gone? He was just here, I wanted to ask him something.

I know where he is. Walking to the window, I catch sight of him standing alone, outside. He's wearing a dark sweater and light brown cords, each a half size too large. I can't tell if he's looking at the plants or the horizon. Either way, he looks content. Now he's searching his pockets, and the pipe comes out. He flicks the match and a small puff of smoke appears. It lingers, for a moment, and is gone.