When her act was over, she slunk
away to lick her wounds like a
wounded cat.
Stepping into her dressing room, she
fell on the little chalice lounge chair,
placed her head on the old and dusty
dressing table and let the memories
wash over her.
She could still see her mom’s
distraught face on that final day. She
could still see her sister running after
her … could still see her warm bed
and it was all she could do to stop
herself from screaming.
Norma looked at her reflection again
and the woman who stared back at
her bore no resemblance to that
young fresh faced woman twenty
years ago.
“O God, look at me…”
She started crying so hard, she didn’t
notice it at first, but when she did, it
had filled the room. An exotic
fragrance, a sweet fragrance, an
unusual fragrance.
It didn’t smell like the cheap
perfume she’d been buying off
dodgy sellers at dirty street corners.
This was deep, smooth and
beautiful.
Wanting to know where it was
coming from, she stepped out of the
door and almost immediately
bumped into the janitor. Keys and
cleaning implements flew across the
corridor.
“Whoa! Watch where you’re going!”
“I can smell
perfume……it’s …”
Norma blushed and hurriedly bent to
help him pick up the things.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there.”
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