PROMPT : SCENT
Steel and roses.
That’s what she smelled like, at least, to my uneducated nose. I only knew that she was always there when I needed her and that she was everything I wanted to be when I grew up.
“Lady Herrington?” Maid Louisa stood outside of the door, my travel cloak in hand. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I smiled at her and moved away from the window to stand in the center of the room.
My mother’s cloak—now mine—was whisked around my shoulders. It settled beautifully, just as it always had for her, purring softly as I stroked the furry edge.
“Do you need a moment, milady?”
“Tell them I’ll be down in a minute.” I smiled at her. Held the smile a few beats longer. Waited until the door closed.
Then lifted a handful of the softness up to my nose, taking a full breath. It made my chest ache with memories I hadn’t dredged up yet.
Oh Mother…
(c) S. Harricharan