Whiff

The story of a man with an extraordinary nose who meets a woman with an extraordinary scent.

Jim Bronson is a man of limited social skills and emotional range. His only friend is Mother (Maybelline lipstick, stale coffee, Channel #5, Finesse Moisturizing Shampoo, cigarette smoke, and spearmint gun). He has a rare condition that gives him an extraordinary sense of smell and it has become his primary way of being in his world of loneliness, nostalgia, and isolation.

He is a scientist and a collector. He collects and studies smells of places and moments in time. But has he crossed the line when he collects the smells of other people?

Marie (rain on early spring birch leaves, the filament of an orchid, and the slightest hint of cardamom ) thinks so, but she finds herself in need of Jim’s unusual gifts.

Whiff – Chapter 2

“What the hell, Jim?  Why aren’t those books re-shelved?” says Connor. I very much dislike when people curse at me.  I am entirely unable to respond to that kind of language.  Mother says that unless the “H” word is used in a religious context, it is foul and uncivil. He steps between me and the …

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Whiff – Chapter 1

The clinking of all the tiny bottles in my satchel comforts me as I walk through the double automatic doors of The Gardens nursing facility and hospice care. “Well hello, Mr. Bronson.  Nice to see you,” says Juliette, the large-bosomed woman behind the front desk.  I’ve never spoken to her, and likely never will.  I …

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