Simulated Demonstration
Excerpt from a story project I am working on.
She pinched her nose hard and powered through the front door with the air freshener on full blast.
It was so white now.
Mabel still hadn’t gotten over the new paint job. She admired it making a small circle around the room with the aerosol. Her hand dropped from her face and all she could smell were flowers, really fresh flowers. It was as if there was a garden of fresh begonias growing in her living room. She shivered and stopped spraying. She could smell honey as she sunk into the couch too far. She hadn’t sat here in years, always in her own chair. The smell began to change. Pine. She smelled pine again.
“No.”
Mabel wriggled back in forth in the hole in her couch. “How far does this thing go,” she thought.
The trash was burning again. She could see dirty diapers smoking and melting. Tin-cans popping. The black smoke rolled toward her and she smelled her husband. She smelled his cologne. The cologne he had worn every day.
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