the weight of silence:

[desirestreet]

Oddly, it was not the sound of his voice that brought her up short, but the scent of his cigarette. It hit her like a mack truck going 90 down an interstate. An odd blend of different tobaccos made especially for him. Like wood smoke on a crisp autumn night; The aroma tweaked her primordial memories hard enough to almost make her cry out in pain.

Comments

[agentooc]

Like I said in IM's... it's a GREAT post.
~sto~
You always make me say things twice. From now on I'm just ctrl+c'ing everything I say to you in IM's over to here.

[desirestreet]

gee. thanks

[agentooc]

What? You always post all the stuff I say that's my foot in my mouth... and never my compliments to you. ~sniffle~

[desirestreet]

you didn't give me any compliments. You've been ragging on me all morning. *sniffle*