Eve missed the meadows, full of sweet-smelling flowers and grass with a gentle wind swaying them around, and the sounds of bird songs reaching her ears. Sometimes, when she laid back and stared up at the barely visible stars, she could imagine the scent again. Peering through the canopies she and her friends constructed, she could imagine the gentle swallows and larks flying around, chirping their little songs for everyone to hear.
Now all she could smell was the suffocating scent of ash and smoke and the boiling, putrid pots all over the district she pretended to be sick in. It overwhelmed her dreams of fresh grass and wildflowers, making the memory faded and distant, like a dream she could barely remember. All the birds she saw were cruel hawks and falcons and terrifying owls that peered down at the district in disgust with fierce yellow eyes.
Soon, she promised herself, watching in the shadows as a terrified white doe raced her way through the tents, horror written all over her face as she was thrust into a new world of slavery and pain.
Soon, I'll be able to see the meadow again.
Prompt: write about a smell, good or bad.
Word Count: 193
This turned out MUCH shorter than I thought it would lol
