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Monday, June 13, 2011

… Peaches … So she smells like peaches … [Part 1]

For how long do you have to smell your man’s coat before knowing for sure it isn’t another woman’s scent he’s carrying ?
I thought I'd share a short story i wrote about seven years ago. You get the first part today, and the rest over the next couple weeks. PS: Excuse the rudimentary style :)
I took the coat off the hanger once more, and hesitantly pressed it against my nose … Standing in front of the closet mirror, I watched myself pull it closer to my heart, then up to my face, but I didn’t smell it, at least not for the first few moments. Somewhere between fear and curiosity, my breath was held hostage, and I was there, blindfolded, stuck on a high wire, balancing my foot in all directions, looking for safer grounds. But this time, there wasn’t any. I had doubted him. Maybe she smells like me, and I’m pulling us under … but I’d sink just the same if it was peaches …

Then I smelled it…
And I smelled it again …
For how long do you have to smell your man’s coat before knowing for sure it isn’t another woman’s scent he’s carrying ? Have I been smelling his coat for long enough to be his only one ?
I let go of the coat and walked towards the bedroom. The vague smell of peaches led the way to my dull white sheets, where I crawled up and cried silently, my tears too intimidated to leave my eyes; and for an hour, I slept calmly, knowing that he wasn’t here to see me cry, that I didn’t have to look at him, that so far, I could’ve imagined smelling peaches…

But he didn’t care, he came in, slamming the door in his manliest way possible, waking me up to the sound I loved the most, as he called me from the corridor … “Bébé ?”

Time to run.
I hurried to the bathroom, so he wouldn’t see my eyes were red; I ran to the bathroom, so I wouldn’t have to look into his eyes. I took off my clothes and stepped into the tub. For a while, I just sat there, hugging my naked thighs against my bare chest, feeling the water rise, then roll down, wetting my dull white cheeks … Then I turned the water on, let it burn my skin, until my whole body was as red as my eyes and cheeks.

I put a towel around my waist, wore those glasses he said gave me the sexy intellectual look, and went out for him. He looked at me, smiled, and then gently pressed his lips against mine. I returned the greeting, and hugged him, smelling his neck, his collar … no funny smells … but I wasn't relieved. That night, I contemplated his every move, his every stare, searching for a sense of guilt, of sin … But he just looked at me like it was the first time he saw me, and said “My god you’re beautiful … of all the women in the world, how did I end up with the perfect one ?” then he gently pulled me closer to him, and kissed me. I pulled away, looked into his eyes for the last time, and said “I’m leaving you”.

By morning, I was all packed and ready to go. He had begged me all night for an explanation, but I had remained silent, knowing what to say, not knowing how to, afraid he’d be too much of a coward to tell he was smelling peaches off another woman’s skin, scared he wouldn’t be convincing enough when he tells me he wasn’t and never would. I loved him, so I left him.
I was running away from him, so I went to Paris, the capital of Love. I didn’t speak a word of French, but he did, very fluently, and had unsuccessfully tried to teach me. With what remained of those lessons, I balanced a few dodo’s and merci’s around to the cab driver and the hotel clerk, and managed to book myself a room in a hotel.

[To Be Continued next week]
Update: Find part 2 here

Recommended media: False Alarm - KT Tunstall (song)


June 13, 2011 at 1:32 PM Sareen

I loved this post Fadi. I love the description you gave when she first smells the perfume on her man's jacket. BUT I HATE THE FACT THAT I HAVE TO WAIT FOR PART 2!

June 13, 2011 at 2:35 PM J C

I second Sareen's complaint!

June 13, 2011 at 3:16 PM Just a test

Patience is a virtue, remember ? ;)
Besides, I need to keep this blog going while I'm away, you wouldn't want this blog to go dry for a couple weeks now would you ? :)

June 13, 2011 at 11:38 PM A Bare Truth

Can't wait for the rest

June 21, 2011 at 11:52 AM Chantal Akkary really have a good style!! You should keep on writing!!

July 22, 2013 at 3:43 PM Anonymous

Put a towel around my waist? I thought the narrator was a guy at first..

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