“Five Days Later”
from Ducts.org, Winter 2008
Three days later, she changed the sheets. She had slept on them for two nights trying to catch the slightest hint of his scent lingering on the pillowcase but, after severely breaking out on her chin from the oil and dirt, she decided she was being pathetic and stripped the bed. As she lounged on her clean sheets she remembered the delicate skin at the corners of his eyes, the blonde stubble glinting in the morning light and his pale eyelashes that fell halfway down his cheeks.His skin was perfect. His scent, however, was synthetic, as in cologne, as in a lot of it. She realized it the last time she buried her face in the pillowcase and inhaled. Sharp acrid perfume greeted her behind the sour smell of unwashed flesh. The smell still caused an immediate and vivid panty-moistening response, but she realized it was less appealing now that she had to imagine him putting on cologne or aftershave. She liked the idea that he just smelled like that, naturally. Now it seemed a little seedy.
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