Scent of a Woman

Jun 05, 2010 17:11

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 ( Read more... )

writing, brigits flame

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quill_quirks June 6 2010, 17:56:20 UTC
'Then, one day, when he thought everything was perfect and he would be happy till the end of his days, she left.' This. This line is a serious heart breaker.

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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