Writing project: - My
friend Runcil chose five words and a name, which I had to incorporate in a
short story, it is short indeed. JThe name:-Reah,, the words:- umbrella, terrace, trains, creation, whisky
Because
She Believed
Reah was certain, if she did fall for a man it would
require him to smell of whiskey. Not strongly, of course but a worthy whiff was
always a welcome. Men who smelled like men were unfamiliar to her, the perfumed
ones seemed to keep their distance but those who smelled of the brown beverage
were just about right.
Her mind wandered, following the scent of her
childhood, leading her to the scent of her father, she thought of how he was
always unshaven and drunk when he kissed her, how once, he tried passing off
"The Trains of the World" as a bedtime story, how with whiskey breath
he would whisper in her ear to keep away from the terrace. He spent his life
trying to keep her away from drunken men, when he passed away it was then that
he truly succeeded. After his death, Reah remembered feeling like an
umbrella bent in the wind, wondering if she would regain her poise when it
ceased to blow. The wind did die down and with it a tiny portion of her being.
She believed for it to be revived, it would require the love of the Makers
hairier creation, so she waited for a man who smelled of whiskey.
Because she believed a sober man was
incapable of loving her.
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