“She smelled of flowers and rain. A meadow beneath a storm. It was intoxicating, and before he could even ponder why he would think something so flighty, he pulled in lungfuls of it until he swayed slightly. His eyes sprang open, and his equilibrium balanced.”

“She smelled of flowers and rain. A meadow beneath a storm. It was intoxicating, and before he could even ponder why he would think something so flighty, he pulled in lungfuls of it until he swayed slightly. His eyes sprang open, and his equilibrium balanced.”

— Micah Persell