Last week’s prompt was Sense of Smell.
Nthato wrote a fun piece in response. You can find his story on his blog: Sense of Smell Prompt.
Aurora wrote a beautiful piece in response:
I remember being together with my grandmother when I was probably about seven or eight years old. It was summertime, around noon, and the sky was dark grey like lead. She asked me to come outside with her. There she ordered me to listen. No birds were singing, no bees humming. It was completely silent. And then she told me to smell. It was unique, unusual and unforgettable. And she said: “That’s how rain smells.” The first drops started falling only about 10 minutes later. About half a year, early December, I was with her again. Suddenly she ordered me to put on my jacket and we went outside. The sky was grey and cloudy, the air damp. She again ordered me to smell and I did. Then she said: “That’s how snow smells.” Not even half an hour later the first flakes fell.
I never forget these episodes – nor the smells of rain and snow.
