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Having Taste: A Word From Our Sponsor

 

Sphfffstspt! The automatic air freshener spat its mist. She jumped raising her eyes in annoyance for forgetting one more time what the sound was. No one was standing there; it wasn’t an animal, no long lost Boa or anything like that. She’d bought the batteries herself so it’d work again envisioning the fragrance would lend a heady aura throughout the apartment. More often than not if she opened her mouth to eat when the timer released there was musky aftertaste, not a very good seasoning. Meh.

 

“Why would the last tenants hang that thing in the kitchen? Didn’t they cook?”

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I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies, other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

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