I always smelled her before I saw her. Miriam wore her perfume thick as armor. It was this heavy mix of rose, lilac, and sugary sweetness that made me want to gag. It would lurch into a room in front of her, then lingered after she was gone like the last sad drunk after a party. It was eye-watering, nose-closing, chloroform strong. Like a lot of things about her, it made me wish I didn’t love her. When she left, it settled over my apartment like a cloud. It’s still clinging to my sheets. Maybe I’ll never get it out.
Paul Freeman
30/6/2023 07:30:11 am
Wonderfully descriptive. Perfume '(as) thick as armour.' Love it.
Rashna Walton
30/6/2023 01:02:42 pm
Olfactory memories lingering.
Sue Clayton
2/7/2023 08:27:43 am
The scent of true love. Comments are closed.
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