Olfactory Delight

Bleach- 117
Stephen N. Dethrage

The bathroom was filled with the typical odors of one of her crime scenes: the metallic scent of his blood on the tile, thick enough to almost taste; the hospital janitor smell of the bleach that was changing her hair from the seductive red of her last conquest to a unrecognizable blond; a hint of musty paper and dust from the open duffel bag, and the thousands of dollars inside. It was an olfactory exploration of deceit, seduction and murder, and aside from the simple pleasures of the smell of books, new or old, nothing else tickled her nose just quite like the combination of unique aromas that fumigated the room she occupied immediately after a kill.