A Taste of Peppermint

Prologue

Peppermint. I’ll never forget the taste of it, nor the vague smell. It was hers, it belonged to her. Simple yet strong. Just like her. Unlike the weak sent of my wife’s perfume that is supposed to be intense and exotic, but only makes my head hurt. I’m a simple man and freesia and orchid is too complex. And that is only two components to be found in that perfume. A strong smell it has indeed but such a week character. Like it is trying to be more than it actually is. Peppermint. Peppermint is not like that. It was some kind of lip moisturizer that she used but I’ve never met another person who uses it. And why should I? It was hers. My peppermint girl.