Chemical smell…
Bleach?
No, not that strong.
Not acetone either.
Gasoline? No.
Burnt, like a hot wire.
Like a copper penny.
Like the air after a storm.
Like ozone.
Matt shot up in bed, only to find himself face to face with the answer to his most desperate prayers, or his most guttural fear; he wasn't sure which. Pale, wide blue eyes stared straight into his soul.
Matt didn't know whether to weep or scream. So he did both.