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Almond blossoms were gone and the crunchy sour fruit broke under her teeth. She picked the bigger ones first not wanting to lose any chance of eating all she could before they hardened into their shells. The fruit yielded some juice. She licked her lips after the traces of each drop.

He once called her his own almond blossom. He even used to order this special perfume from an unknown brand in Germany, White Flowers, it was called, for her, just so she could embody the blossoms.

She’d wear it for him and it drove him crazy thinking she wore a perfume that travelled miles across continents to be in her creases for his joy. For his pleasure, only. She’d laugh as she sprayed the bottle a bit here and a bit there, unsure what spot to choose or how much to spray. With time she gained experience and confidence. She realized that time she’d forgotten to wear the thing and had sprayed herself with some other scent and he went as crazy. And the time when she wore too much and also the time she wore too little, even when she mixed them up. He would be as crazy. After a while she wouldn’t even laugh as she sprayed it or any other perfume on her. He always took credit for her natural perfume. Recently, when she wanted to wear it for her own joy, she’d choose a remote spot like the crease of her thigh or the back of her knee.

The thrill came when she went to see “him” and last minute, she had this whisper in her mind, “Wear the almonds! Wear his perfume!”

She paused a second. Her fingers reached the counter top where she kept her few bottles. She watched her long fingernails scratching against this bottle and then the other. She followed the shadows traveling around the countertop in between her fingers and the marble, among the crystals, the bottles. She was letting the thought brew in her mind. She had a faint smile on her face as she listened to the sound of her thought.

Her eyes sparkled as she opened the drawer and took the small bottle out, pulled the lid back and first sprayed it gently on her wrists, a drop… She waited for her nostrils to swell with the joy and start fluttering in ecstasy. She closed her eyes and surrendered her soul to the temptations of the devil.

It was time to rekindle her affair with the bottle…

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Taken on: May 9, 2022
Sets appears in:   • Verbatim    • Paintings   
Groups appears in:   • Les Arts et Nous    • Visual Poetics    more » • Visual Artistry    • Gallery One: Canvas of Mystery    • Das Lichtbild - Painting With Light - Spectrum Of Possibilities    « less
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