Smell of change

She
could still picture herself in the passenger seat next to her mother, barely
able to look over the dashboard.  The
smell of her mother’s perfume mixed with the smell of the leather seats filled
her nostrils, the smell of change.  To
this day she couldn’t imagine what her mother ever saw in her father.  She could not imagine them ever being happy
together, enough to get married, enough for her mother to have sex with him and
make a baby.  The thought made her shiver.  



Lisa Loomis--Gem Rats (a novel) Available on Amazon