The Perfume Wafting Up
finished the baklava- I sneezed repeatedly
- made my hair prickle
- filthy looking meal in a rusty can
- perfume wafting up
The perfume wafting up from the bottom bunk smelled almost as pungent as the filthy looking meal in a rusty can they served me for dinner last night. I sneezed repeatedly, which drew the guard’s attention. The malevolent look in his muddy eyes made my hair prickle on my arms and neck. If I had known it would end like this, in this wretched culinary prison, I would have finished the baklava for His Majesty on time!