Scented

A collaboration with Susie Mawhinney

“Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.”
― Vladimir Nabokov.

A spur a the moment collaboration with my lovely mother

It was one of those days

A day when the world smelt like swimming pool, I was drowning in it.

The noise too noisy…

The people too present…

And regret of leaving the house was rapidly bubbling up inside me.

How I wished to be far away from this place.

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I wandered, aimless, desperate for something untouchable.

The metro stairway was dotted with winos, the addicted and the homeless, all laying  like discarded rags along the tunnel, the chlorine stench changed to ‘eau de public loo’, despair, I gagged.

Then I saw HER and all I could smell was lust…