How Scent Returned My Life to Me
The raw stuff of life is only changed by the meanings we give it. Memory can be dissolved by scent, but also redeemed.
Mishka Hoosen is a South African writer. His debut novel, Call it a difficult night, was published by Deep South Books in 2015. His work has appeared on the Ploughshares Blog, and in Bare Fiction, Plume, Illuminations, Rolling Stone South Africa, The Missing Slate, and others. His work mainly deals with questions of the body, the senses, violence, and folklore.
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For many people, they smell White Diamonds and, instantly, they melt. They remember their mother’s indulgent laugh; the arms that held them.
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