Jasmine and close
Jasmine put the opium pipe on the glass table and closed her eyes.. “Just for a minute” she told herself . Any longer than that and she would risk going under and missing her act again. That wouldn't go down well. She would really like to re-load the pipe and smoke until she passed out, but for now, that would have to wait. She would finish putting on her fancy clothes, wig and headscarf, she would put on a full face of make up, put in her ridiculous earrings and wear her best smile, go out there and give them a show. She would gaze into their dewy eyes and read them like books. She took another puff on the glass pipe. The Ringmaster had told her that the Opium would kill her one day. Not that it mattered now. She was as good as dead already. Yes, she would look into their sad, pathetic eyes and she would see what they longed for the most. She would go through the old charade of looking into the mysterious crystal ball and she would make an open statement like “You have always thou...