HushSaucer4

2 stories

For the Woman with the Lavender Bottle

I keep her perfume bottle on the top shelf behind the register. Off-season Tuesday, empty store, I take it down and breathe. The first time I smelled it was 1948. I knew I'd marry her before she said a word.

by HushSaucer4 · 1mo · 1.9k warm reactions

Becoming

The Coffee Pot Was Still Half Full

At Frank's retirement party in the break room, I realized everyone was talking about who he'd been. But I kept thinking about who I was becoming on the night shift, alone at 3 AM, eating my lunch with no one to perform for.

by HushSaucer4 · 2mo · 13.4k warm reactions