A Moment of Fragrance

Monday 23rd;

08:30 am
I’m alone. My desk stands adorned with Black Dahlias. Wanda’s desk is empty. The smudge on the laminate is gone.


8:32 am.
I open the door to his office.

He’s there.

He leans on his desk, a cigar in his mouth and a skull model in his hand. He lifts it to the light.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

I don’t say anything. I look at the skull model.

It has a chip on its jaw.


08:22 pm.
Paco Rabanne. 1 million.

The bottle is lost in my sheets.

Cohiba Behike.

The cigars burn and drop their ashes.

The fragrance is in my hair, it’s in my clothes, its in my bed. I’m in rapture; I’m in pleasure; I’m at its mercy.


08:35 pm.
I’m in bliss.