I didn’t have the sense to trust my nose. Perfume on his shirt; too sweet to be his and too strong to
be mine.
Touch also let me down. His heavy hand on my shoulder; rather business like than pleasure.
My hearing was more loyal. I heard soft whispers behind the locked bathroom door.
Then I watched, as he loaded his car.
Now, alone in the silent house, I get a taste of what’s to come.
Originally published: Paragraph Planet
