Poetry

Daily Prompt: Perfume

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It was  Saturday, his favorite day of the week for

his favorite customer would come by his store wearing the

only perfume he liked.

The smell was so sweet and fresh like the roses his

mother always had one the kitchen countertop.

She is always friendly and the perfume that she wore was

not the only thing he liked about her.

Her smile always light up the room and he couldn’t stop staring

every time she smiled his way.

He hoped one day that he would get up the courage to ask her

out and spend the rest of his life with his sweet-smelling lady.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Perfume