Thursday, July 27

Whiff

Someone on the elevator was wearing the same perfume my mother wears. And I swear, I can't name it, but that's got to be one of the most comforting smells in the world. I wanted to follow the woman to her cube and just stand there, sniffing her like a freak.

2 Comments:

Blogger phallicpen said...

That's odd. Today I dreamed up a short story about a boy who huffs his mother's work shirt because she works at a chemical plant.

No connections.

Tue Aug 01, 01:22:00 AM  
Blogger theogeo said...

I hope we can always share fucked-up stories about our fragile psyches.

Thu Aug 03, 02:04:00 AM  

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