Scent is powerful. It can instantly transport us down memory lane, which can be a good or bad thing. This week, allow your character to use scent as a means of remembering the forgotten. What are they smelling? Here’s my response:
Rushing down the street, Lidia cursed herself for being late again to work. Boss lady wasn’t going to be pleased. Tugging on her ponytail, she rehearsed the long-winded excuse she’d try to hide behind. What would it be this time? She’d already used a traffic accident yesterday. Her made-up dog had already died this month. Would she believe the bus driver turned into a zombie?
Her feet came to a grinding halt, her thoughts vanishing like the morning fog. She forgot about them until she smelled blueberry pancakes.
No. They can’t be here.
Pulling her hood up, she approached the open door of the cafe on the corner of the street. Cups clinked together as patrons discussed the weather. Lidia crept below the front window, her eyes peeking over just enough to see people enjoying their breakfast. She scanned each table as best she could to try to find them.
But they were nowhere to be seen.
Lidia turned around. She blew out a breath of relief, sending her curled bangs dancing in the air. A small chuckle hummed across her lips. Stupidity smacked across her cheek. It was just the usual breakfast rush! There was no way the Council would find her. Having run away from their clutches years ago proved she’d be nothing more than an ordinary girl.
But the magic dancing in her was anything but ordinary.
She turned around once more. The scent of blueberry pancakes intensified, twisting her insides with its overwhelming sweet aroma. Every aura had its distinctive smell. Why did theirs have to be pleasant?
A booming laugh of a man shook her core. She looked down at her hands. Swirls of purple energy emitted from her hands. Their presence was drawing out the very magic she swore to never use again.
Her feet picked up into a jog. She needed to get the hell out of their before they discovered she was still alive. The tire of the bus up ahead kissed the curb. She rushed over as fast as she could. Gripping the railing, she tossed a few bucks into the collection box and took a seat in the back. Lidia bit her thumbnail. Lying to her boss was the least of her concerns. Now she had to take down the Council. Again.
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Until next post,