Overpowering scents ruined the mood in her head. “Why must the priest fill the room with those sticks,” she complained in silence. As if the incense wasn’t bad enough, oversized flowers of the same type, added sickeningly strong odor to her nose. The people sat in white. She abhorred their chattiness. “Let’s get out of here, ” she said, proceeding to grab the frame from under everybody’s oblivious nose.
In Her Memory
