Day 8: Write a story based on your favorite taste or smell, all the better if it has to do with fall: “Memory-essence”

Photo by Andrei Slobtsov on Unsplash I need to smell my mother’s Shalimar perfume. She is losing her memories but I keep them for her. I love the smell of classic Listerine on my father’s breath, original flavor. I revel in the tall smell of my son—the outdoors, his running by Tampa Bay, his cutting up, his brilliant smile. I laugh at the smell of my sister’s laughter, always so light and…