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When it happened they were away from home. The smell was so invasive that, for a moment or so, Harris was unsure of where he was. Lifting the thin sheet he looked down at himself and at Geraldine, sleeping soundly on her side. He remembered then that he was in a hotel room in Paris and although the smell didn’t lessen it did suddenly seem a little more bearable. He was abroad, in a foreign country and this was something alien.
Convincing himself that it was coming from outside he slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Geraldine, crossed to the glass doors and stepped out onto the tiny balcony. It had been raining, the air was still fresh and the street below was still wet. In the cars’ headlights the moist air glinted.
The smell didn’t dissipate and at first he couldn’t locate it…
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Thanks for sharing this. Was going to leave a comment last night but something had the audacity to distract me 😁
How are things with you?
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Haha. Yes, it’s an exquisite piece. I’m very well, thank you and yourself? 🙂
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I’m glad to hear that! Im assuming you’re not blogging so much anymore? I’m not on here every day and miss things.
And I’m doing okay, thanks. And it’s autumn, so that’s wonderful 🙂
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Yes, I’m not online as much. But i try to read as much as possible when i visit and share some pieces that speaks to me. I’m a fan first and a writer second 🙂
I’m glad to hear that you’re doing well.
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I feel the same, fan first! About myself, I mean lol.
I’ve always loved your writing!
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You’re being far too generous! The feeling is mutual, my friend 🙂
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Not at all!!
And thank you so much
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