I was snapped out of daydreaming when the scent caught me out of the blue. So familiar, so dear. For three years I’ve lost her, lost the love nourished by that luring smell, but never the memory of how her brown eyes smiled, how her whisper tickled my ear, how she kissed and sighed. The fragrance, her signature, always lightened my spirit, touched my soul, soaked my heart.
Irresistibly I pulled up my nose, hurried after the dress, but the face mismatched the scent.
Sank.
Three years ago, one month after we married, she was knocked down by a van.
Irresistibly I pulled up my nose, hurried after the dress, but the face mismatched the scent.
Sank.
Three years ago, one month after we married, she was knocked down by a van.
