The Smell of Her Perfume

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are challenged to write a complete story (beginning, middle, and end) in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture below. Other stories may be found by clicking here.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Priya Bajpal

The sweet smell of her perfume still lingers in the room. It was her room. The room she escaped the hectic life she lived.  It was not a crowed room. It was clean and sunny. Here she would keep a few of her most precious possessions.  The sea shells collected from their favorite beach. A small art project she had started after a recent trip to Japan.

He still remembers the first time he saw her. An introduction at the place they worked. A feeling that she was the one. The first and only time he felt that emotion.

99 words

 

11 thoughts on “The Smell of Her Perfume

  1. ahtdoucette January 16, 2019 / 12:42 pm

    So evocative of a life lived together. I love the sentence fragments toward the end especially.

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  2. StuHN January 11, 2019 / 6:32 pm

    Better to acknowledge and love The One then to think there is no such thing. Touching.

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  3. Alicia Jamtaas January 11, 2019 / 4:55 pm

    This is so lovely: seashells, unfinished origami, the scent, and the idea of a one and only love. I think this is one of my favorites this week. Thank you.

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    • Danny James January 11, 2019 / 5:23 pm

      Thanks for a wonderful comment. Inspiration came from my recent trip to Japan. Visited a Japanese family and tried my hand at origami. I failed but had a memorable experience.

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