the kiss is cold, tastes of chemical flavours and generic fruit. wrong time, wrong place - pick up, gather a few vitals and prepare to flee. quite by accident, the recollection lingers years after leaving.
Tag: taste
A Sense For a Sense
If I were to give up one sense, I'd give up smell. I don't wear perfume often, though I would miss it. I'd also miss the one Mum usually wears, she's been wearing it as long as I can remember and it's something I associate with her. Not having the sense of smell would also… Continue reading A Sense For a Sense
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