New Release:
It’s there, resting on her breath. She doesn’t think it is but he can smell it. And that sharp, assertive layer of mint almost makes it worse. The two scents don’t mingle honorably. In fact, they don’t mingle at all--translucent peppermint hastily tossed over black nicotine. It’s unconvincing. It’s insulting.
It’s a lie and that’s what hurts.
Oh the drama. I accidentally wrote a damn soap opera.
Anyway, happy quarantining. Please take it seriously and stay in.