I Was Six by Raymond A. Foss
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly no older than that for an instant, a sure moment, I knew the smells of a place long ago, when I was a child
My aunt’s bathroom, on top of the bowl an old tea saucer, with a floral pattern gilding the edge clutching round rose scented balls of hand soap which were never used
An aerosol can of strawberry scent too close to my hands nearby, next to the show hand towels waiting, calling me, hearing her bark from the kitchen when I answered its call
July 13, 2006 14:07
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