Wrinkle

It dissipates; the stench is now only a hint. The memory is strong though, intrusive, giggle inducing at its best.

After the bomb, but before the air clears, I can not breathe.

He looks at me, innocent and lighted in curiosity.

He wrinkles his nose not because I do.
No, not at all. He objects to being ridiculed, attached to a chain, and told between choking gasping laughter.

“Stay outside until you’re done. And dog… no more cheese for you.”

By J K Brennan

Down the rabbit hole- Unreleased. Want to be on the JennyK list of awesome people? Help me raise some cash to complete my album!

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