Discover Prompts – Day 15 Heaven Sent

Heaven sent scent

Sent to remind me

All is not lost

A rose can transport me

To the rose gardens at Hampton Court

Or to a park

When all of this was something that happened to other people in another time, and changed our language here in Britain for ever,

A field of yellow, because we are lucky enough to be able to go for a walk, a sunny field, a happiness field, good enough to adorn the walls of a tiny flat in East London, where perhaps the smell of a neighbour’s coffee drowned in sickly sugar will have the same effect; or perhaps not.

Sugar always reminds me of my father, like a child wanting to eat every sweet on the plate, or the way once you consumed 8 jellies in a row, sweet bouncing child of mine, and us without a care in the world then. Happy as mothers left with children are, not knowing there were others for whom this was a banquet.

Published by hermionelaake - Awards-nominated writer and associate editor O:JA&L

Currently, whist working on long fiction, I write short stories, poetry, essays and blog weekly. I appeared on Blog Talk Radio, 2016, interview across continents with Susan Wingate. See my twitter account: herziloph, pinned tweet; Award nominee, Jointly-published and Indie writer. Nominated for the Avon and Authonomy First Lines prize, 2014 and the H. G. Wells Grand Prize for Fiction, 2013. My flash fiction is published with Open: Journal of Arts and Letters.

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