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
