the cherry end

“Here,” I said, fumbling into my pocket to retrieve an oval tubed lighter, flicked the steel wheel with my thumb to provoke the sudden light of a butane flame, brought the inch long cockroach with a roll in the whoosh of fire to rekindle the cherry end, held to my lips drawn into a bright glow as the flame vanished.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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