The Scent

Whenever she passed by, there was this scent around her. She smelled like a meadow in spring – field flowers, tender earth and moist grass. Everything about her was refreshing. 

There was the way she walked – like her body bore no weigh at all. The way she smiled – like every person around her was dearer to her than the next. The way she talked – effortlessly.

Each word out of her mouth felt like part of a song – her voice so soft, her tone so tender, her words caring, taking everything around her into account, before she would utter any sound.

This is an excerpt from the text I wrote for the 24th Weekly Writing Workshop on Mug’s Tale. If you want to read more, click here. 

If you are looking for a writing challenge, check out Mug’s Tale’s Weekly Writing Workshop’s program. One of our themes might inspire you.

Featured image captured with an iPhone 5C, HDR settings, in Ireland, in August 2016.


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Daria Kill says:

    That story is so well done. Haven’t you written anything since then?

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much Daria, your enthusiasm means so much to me. Have a lovely weekend. I will post some more pieces real soon 🙂


  2. Daria Kill says:

    Scratch that last comment. I found the rest.

    Liked by 1 person

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