esoterics

opens a pit in my stomach like a six-foot-deep hole in the ground. rotten, sickening, muddy scent. conjures the image of a corpse just laid to rest in a shallow grave, the decaying scent just wafting through the mud, combining with the flowers and lilacs...

gunpowder. heavy gunpowder lingers on the agent as she completes the mission, having shot the last guard with a silenced pistol. she's tactical and whip-smart, never missing her target. even after a shower, the smell of gunpowder...