One word prompt: Fragrance
Meredith found some boxes of bourbon in the back of the liquor store that somehow hadn’t been stolen in the looting. She emptied them and broke the boxes down so she and Lily would have a place to sleep.
“What kind of bed is this?” Lily asked.
“It’s a camping bed Honey. This is where we’re going to camp tonight. You and me are on an adventure.”
“Oh. Okay,” Lily smiled. “I’ve never been camping.”
Meredith made a small fire in the corner of the store and cooked some Ramen noodles. They ate with their hands and Lily went to sleep.
Meredith laid on the bed of cardboard, wide awake. It wasn’t the chaos of the day or the fear of cogs or marauding looters; what kept her awake was the smell of the broken bottles in the wrecked liquor store. She couldn’t stand the smell of alcohol, ever since she was a child.
It was the smell of her father, sometimes a kind man, coming home in a rage. It was the smell of her mother when she slapped Meredith over some minor issue. It was her father and mother screaming at each other, and later at night the violence of their coming to terms.
It was the smell of her ex husband when he broke Meredith’s jaw.
Lily awoke around 5am and had a red sucker for breakfast. Meredith had been awake all night planning their next escape.