Scent.
I pulled a strand of my hair forward and smelled it. I couldn’t smell anything but shampoo. But, I knew that when I smelled other people, they had specific scents. I knew my mother’s scent, and I had been so happy to smell it. And confused. I knew David’s scent. Maybe I just couldn’t smell my own. Perhaps no one could smell their own.
I knew the smell of my house. I knew the smell of the ocean. I knew the smell of chocolate chip cookies, and of horses. Perhaps there was something to this idea of scent. Dad was a Chemist after all. Madison Pharmaceuticals was one of the best companies in the world, supplying vaccines to poor countries, and making breakthrough studies on leukemia treatments.
I walked back to my bed, picked up the vial and sat down again.
Should I?
My life had been so whacky lately that the only thing that made sense was to go ahead and try something crazy.
I unscrewed the top of the vial, brought it up to my nose and inhaled. It was sweet, the scent of roses and cinnamon. Hmm…nothing. This is all bullshit.
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I happen to think that scent is one of the most seductive senses (after sound...something about a husky voice does it for me) But smell is a close second.
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Yes, something about husky voices. :-)
Deleteokay. I'm intrigued. What the Hell is going on? Gotta know. Good hook.
ReplyDeleteHi PJ. Thanks! :-)
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