The Scent Of A Man

The music was loud. The lighting was dim and purple. She had a drink in her hand. A Bloody Mary, spicy and potent. Her favorite. A perfect Friday evening after a depressing week at work. She had made no progress, and had no clue what to try next. But for now she could numb all her senses and forget her woes. She walked over to the dance floor. A few college kids were enjoying themselves laughing, trying absurd moves, calling it the robot dance.

But for her music was like an exquisite drug. If it resonated with her mood, she could literally feel the rising and falling frequencies with her whole body. Sometimes it churned such strong emotions that it felt like the right symphony may even trigger an orgasm. As she immersed herself in the sounds, her body swaying to the slow rhythmic beats, suddenly, a pungent whiff jolted her out of her state of blissful oblivion.

She had caught his scent and was back on the prowl. She scanned the pub following her nose. Oh yes, it was coming from the lone man sitting by the window. He was the master of disguise. She would never have recognized him but for his smell. She knew everyone by their smell and it was her little secret.

That’s what set her apart from other equally skilled bounty hunters.

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya done using the instruction prompt they posted. Thanks Anshu and Priya for hosting this.