25 Words

                                               

In the 1950s I noticed the asphalt melting on a summer day and smelled fresh yellow curb paint while feeling brain cells die.  Not now.

In Nail Polish. True story. Had to be 25 words. I don’t think I’ll do more stories this short. I don’t think asphalt melts like that now (different composition?) and I don’t notice yellow paint smell (not close when it’s fresh or smell has deteriorated with age?).

To appear in Nail Polish July 2022