Angie Mazakis

Chance

John sat on a park bench and, in the inhale that preceded a weightless afternoon sigh, felt sanguinely that all of summer’s agreeable fragrances had come together in this very park, the way the pretty girls in every high school all find each other eventually, which led him to recall how exotic was the elusive and nuanced collective scent that trailed groups of girls in hallways, the vaporous intimation like a mirage; though, if deconstructed, it could also be identified as a fortunately chance blend of base oils and their subtle overlying scents— jasmine, lotus, orchid-plants in his mom’s back

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