The jaywalker inserted herself directly in front of me on the sidewalk. Senses reeled and a strong burn choked the nose. It was like walking into a wall. I stopped and decided to wait for her to get well ahead. The pong lingered at full strength for more than half a block. The scent she was trying to hide could not be more offensive than the nearly visual odor that was left in her wake. I hit the corner and made for the next block still squirming at the memory of that horrible stench.

The Perfume Hit

Scott Lickstein
The Perfume Hit, 2018
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