Olfactory Hostages
first published in Durable Goods, issue #3
Joy always dominated a room. After exiting, her impenetrable fragrance, Joy by Jean Patou, lingered. Her request for the wake was not surprising. They all obeyed, attending scentless. The funeral parlor was permeated with the perfume, Joy. As their eyes welled up, more from the fumes than the loss, she lay motionless in a mahogany casket, her final room.
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©2009 kristin fouquet