
You could write a story or an anecdote with a haiku as part of it. A Haibun or Alternating verse and poetry, of course works.https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/05/30/reenas-exploration-challenge-89/
A subtle fragrance
so easy to capture with
senses heightened
He sipped his glass of wine and breathed in the spicy aromas emanating from the kitchen. Contentment washed over him as his senses were continually assailed with the fragrance of domesticity. Good food, good wine, and a perfect wife. Life was good.
She liked a clean and orderly house. She vacuumed, she mopped, she dusted, she polished. She liked the clean fresh scent of lavender that cleansed the floors, the scent of pine in the bathroom cleansers and the assorted fragrances of the pot pourri placed strategically around the house.
He loved to be close to her. Her subtle perfume stirred his desire and he would hold her close, breathing in her essence. She never pushed him away.
One morning she told him that she would be spending the evening with a friend taking euchre lessons, it was only for four weeks. Another morning she told him that she and three of her friends had decided to meet once a week to play euchre.
The night she came home from her first card party he noticed she had acquired a new smell that overrode her subtle perfume. It smelt like musk. Was that a masculine smell? His mind worked overtime as he tried to reason this new development. Perhaps he was being overly sensitive and just imagining things. He knew he could be possessive.
He made a point of meeting her at the door when she came home from her card party and buried his nose in her, hoping to detect her usual body smells. But his senses were always assailed with the scent of that indefinable musk. He became upset at this new smell and confronted her.
He accused her of infidelity. She said he was crazy. Things escalated. She packed her bags and moved in with her mother.
The following week she arrived at the card party. Following her normal routine she took the bottle of musk oil that Mary had left for her and lovingly polished the card table. Finishing she caressed the freshly polished table with her hands and laid her cheek on its surface.
A subtle fragrance
so easy to capture with
senses heightened
Good one! It’s delightful when the ending evokes complete surprise.
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Thanks Annie. I was trying.
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This is very good!
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Glad you liked it Sadje.
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I did👏👌
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That was a grandiose plan. But what was so abhorrent about the husband, that she wished to leave him, and make him be the one filing for a divorce.
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Who said they got a divorce?
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Fragrance ….. by Leonard White at lensdiary
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Thanks Reena.
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🙂 He loves her; and she, her cleaning.
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That was the idea Chelsea.
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Excellent telling. Hubby needs to remove his hormonal blinders if he gives marriage a second go.
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They reconciled and lived happily ever after Violet.
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A delightful story with clever twists Len. And the hikus are great.
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Thanks Brad. Trust you are still enjoying the company of your mother, the garden and beautiful sunsets.
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Thanks Len. I’m back and it was a lovely visit and time with mom.
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I had a feeling that the scent was from an innocent source and I’m glad my senses were right. Wonderful composition, Len.
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You have a great sense of smell Jade Li……and of writing.
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I have nominated you for the blogger recognition award.. please check my post
http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2019/06/09/hey-this-is-a-new-one-blogger-recognition-award/
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Thanks for this Sadje. I know it comes from your heart but I am not an award guy. I should put some disclaimer on my blog.
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You’re welcome. No worries. A lot of people are like that.
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Well… Then there’s that!
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Some people are deeply in love with cleanliness.
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