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Today’s Prompt:
As he inhaled the smell of the rosebush, the wind shifted and brought with it an entirely new smell.
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As he inhaled the smell of the rosebush, the wind shifted and brought with it an entirely new smell. He had grown up with ten siblings. So he knew that smell like he knew the smell of barbecue cooked in Memphis, Tennessee. He sniffed again. He started walking away from the rosebush. He followed his nose. Lo and behold under the big Oak tree lie a two month old baby. The baby could have been younger. He has smelled a dirty diaper. Oddly, the baby wasn’t crying. She was wrapped to tightly in a receiving blanket. Close at hand and mixing with the dirty diaper smell was the smell of day old whiskey or wine. Beside the baby lie a young man. Just hearing him snore told Jim this guy had been drunk and was sleeping it off. Jim stood there. Should he shake the guy and try to get some sense in him about the baby, or should he pick up the baby and ring the door bell of the house? Jim decided to see to the baby’s comfort first. He picked her up. Ran up the six steps and rang the bell of the pretty large suburban house.
Here’s my post: http://nimblereader.wordpress.com/2014/06/06/old-fragrances-and-old-memories/. Thanks for the prompt.