The Whiff
- rabie soubra
- Oct 1
- 1 min read
I am terrified of the whiff.
That scent, that air turbulence that people leave behind as they pass you by.
Whether it is their breath or their body odor.
If it is pleasant, I fall in love with the person, if she is a woman, if it is not pleasant, I feel miserable and horrible and I start cursing everything.
Goddammit.
