OUT OF THE FOREST (Part 3)

I could tell the difference between female and male; between blokes who washed and blokes who didn’t. I could smell people who ate garlic the night before; frankincense, musk, different soaps, different colognes and perfumes; even the items people were carrying.
After a number of trips into ‘the big smoke’, there were three or four people I could identify by their odor. My favorite was a particular fragrant female whose perfume I loved. Since I kept my eyes closed I have no idea who she was or what she looked like.
There was a flipside, though: some blokes stank so badly it just about made me gag. Ironically, I knew I reeked as well but I couldn’t really smell me; it was lived in scent.

In our final instalment next week, we check out some of the crafty ways Gregory used to conceal himself in the forest.

2 thoughts on “OUT OF THE FOREST (Part 3)

  1. Boy, to think that we even TRY to hide from animals in the wild, huh? They must smell us coming and going. I’ve always been fascinated by how other senses take over when we lose one, like sight or hearing. I guess everything just magnified with the author because he removed himself from all the noise, odors and chaos of modern life so the other parts of him had a chance to actually exist in silence, not constantly get distracted, mitigated, undermined, and smothered.

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