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The breeze that wafted onto the balcony brought with it the scent of orange blossoms.
Jamie loved that smell, it reminded him of his Mother. Nothing could equal the comforting aroma.
Jamie put his head through the balustrade to breathe it in.
He’d never accept she’d gone.
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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:
Twittering Tales #141 – 18 June 2019
I have also included the following Word Prompts:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/17/rdp-monday-breeze/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/17/equal/
Tenderly touching! 💗
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Thanks, Beckie. 🙂
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You’re welcome, Mr. Kristian!
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Aww, so touching!
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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You’re welcome 😊
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What a lovely tale. It is true, scents can stir our memories and deep emotions. Really nice take.
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Thanks, Kat. I loved your take too, getting stuck in the bars, I’m sure that happened to me as a child. 🙂
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Haha! I don’t believe I got my head stuck between bars, but I know I did some crazy impulsive things. It’s a wonder we survive to adulthood!!!
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Lol, A miracle , in my case 😉
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😄
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