trigger.

His wristwatch read 12
From where he stood he could hear bells
A familiar string
A torrential tide of thought rushed his brain
The sound
The sound, he knew
Suddenly the scent of lilacs approached
A drift of hot air
Closing his eyes he could see lips,
a posie,
a moth.
The moth brought his childhood treehouse to the picture
he could feel a splinter
taste bonfire.
He could then see empty bottles
hear slurred "Whaa!"
smell wet leaves.
Wet leaves,
shoving Norman,
whistling at a short skirt.
Train whistles
That train ride
cigarette musk
and coffee stains.
Starbucks
Louise
marriage.
Bells.
12:02
Back.

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