Meet Snickers. Don’t tell any other pet I’ve ever had, but Snickers was my favorite. I thanked him often for choosing to come live with us. Yes. It was his choice, after our youngest son invited him in for a visit. Snickers had been living as a survivalist—on his own after, we suspect, some dope dropped him off in our neighborhood. We asked around. None of the neighbors called him their own. So he joined our family. He was about a year old when he adopted us. And he stayed for 17 years. I miss his smell. That warm, sweet smell.
Photo prompt: Favorite Smell
Writing prompt: Imagine your main character is in a place he/she never expected to be. Ever. Never ever. The situation is life threatening, and what brings your MC from the brink is that smell. That favorite scent. Go. Write. Have fun.
Photo and writing prompt. © Carol Munro, 2015