I have been labeled lately by my 55 Flash Fiction Friday readers as the Prince of Poignant and Pathos, so I thought I had better change it up this week.
At the mall in front of Starbucks
Sipping six dollar brew
A fragrance wafted by
It was Estee Lauder Youth Dew
It stirred both a pleasant rousing in his fruit of the looms
And the memory of 40-year-old heartache
As his mind recalled this very scent on her young skin
He couldn’t help but smile
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