I love the smell of garlic on my hands despite my vampiric smile, in one inhale I forget the day and all its rain. I forget the pens I've held, faces I've touched and moments I've breathed. I love the smell of garlic because it lingers. It is the only thing which lingers … Continue reading Inhale, once
From the road, I saw a man, wrapped in a puffer jacket nursing a cold can of the poison he'd come to rely on - or that was my interpretation as the wind bit his cheeks and 'Police Station' loomed above him in noir neon. I took him as one to linger, in hope … Continue reading Linger (Weekly Prompt #9)
