I picked up a cheap perfume from the counter, and was floating on a cloud after using it. My conservative husband found it too strong for his staid sensibilities.
“Why do you need to use this? You own better stuff.”
“Sure. But this makes me feel young again. I could afford only this brand at eighteen, with my meagre pocket money, but managed to attract attention,” I grinned.
“Aaahh! What are the other brands which you used then? It makes me see you in a new light.”
Our world was changing from a formal gray to an exuberant yellow.
(99 words)
Flash Fiction Challenge – November 30
Reena Saxena 
I second Norah’s comment. Smells evoke memories and usually when they are not sought – I had one this morning. The smell of dirt after rain, rotting vegetation and I was back in Vanuatu. Places have distinct smells I find. Lovely piece.
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Thank you, Norah!
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Scents are a very strong trigger for memories. I find memories trigger scents too. When I put up the (plastic) Christmas tree with the grandchildren on the weekend, I could spell the pine tree. What a gorgeous scent. I guess what I’m saying is, your piece resonates with me. Well done.
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Thank you so much! We often associate our grandparents or school teachers with some scents, as the brands and fragrances they used then were different.
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That’s true too.
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Each of us has those seemingly small details that keep us connected or takes us back to another time. Clever how you wrote this as changing colors, implying the vibrancy of self-care.
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Yeah…. comfort food is an example. Thanks, Charli!
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Beautiful moment. ❤
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Thanks, Colleen!
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