“I turn away from the smell of death, pressing my lavender scented handkerchief as tight as I can against my nose.”

“I turn away from the smell of death, pressing my lavender scented handkerchief as tight as I can against my nose.”

“I falter in the doorway, swept with memories of my reckless behavior last time I saw him. I sipped wine from a bottle. I kissed him. And as my pulse flutters with excitement, I know I would do it again, given the chance.”