He walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in the pockets of the faded denim jacket he wore. The sky was slate grey and promising rain. It was cold, and the breeze that rolled off the bay was frigid. All he wanted was to get back to his apartment and crank up the heat.
He was thoroughly engrossed in this thought when he smelled her. Well, not her
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The olfactory sense can be very overpowering. I wonder if anyone else took this creative direction with the prompt? Amazing job.
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