A Taste Of Things To Come...

Picture something you remember fondly. Or even something that was horrid. A smell, a taste, the combination of the two.

How many of you can actually taste it with nothing more than the thought? That bite it had on your tongue. The slight sting in your nose. The thought alone is enough for most. Some of you need to smell it first and then you can taste it.

The aroma of a freshly bathed baby. Roses. Fresh cut grass. Bread baking. That spot at the base of your lovers neck. The thought can bring back the scents.

What if all you had was the memory of those things? What of those scents and tastes no longer existed? What if your next inhale of aroma was your last? Your last bite of chocolate was the last piece?......







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