He worked around cooking fat; his clothes stank of it, when he opened his mouth to speak (on the 68 bus for instance) his breath reeked of it for it clung to his teeth and tongue: a forever film - viscous and emblematic of his lowly status.
He had never had a lover that he had not paid for & even then it could be difficult finding one that would repeat an arrangement. He was not aware of the reason (as with any olfactory stimuli he had grown accustomed to the smell, unaware of it's caustic behaviour on others) and the girls, well they just didn't want to get close.
She sat on the steps of St. Mary's church in Borough, in a short dress (despite the cold) & sneakers. She smoothed out a newspaper with the palm of her hand over and over (a hundred sweeps of her hand, maybe more) until it was crease free, perfectly pressed. Then she looked round & got up. She didn't read it. Why?
There was something in the air.
He had never had a lover that he had not paid for & even then it could be difficult finding one that would repeat an arrangement. He was not aware of the reason (as with any olfactory stimuli he had grown accustomed to the smell, unaware of it's caustic behaviour on others) and the girls, well they just didn't want to get close.
She sat on the steps of St. Mary's church in Borough, in a short dress (despite the cold) & sneakers. She smoothed out a newspaper with the palm of her hand over and over (a hundred sweeps of her hand, maybe more) until it was crease free, perfectly pressed. Then she looked round & got up. She didn't read it. Why?
There was something in the air.
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