30 Days of Fiction, Day #26: In the Wake
She walked into a cloud of cologne left behind by the gangly teenage boy walking in front of her. When she was in high school a couple of decades ago, the boys didn't wear cologne. They smelled like testosterone, nut funk, date rape. She had been raped once, sort of, at 16. Today, they called it grey rape. She shrugged her shoulders and wondered if the boy was a virgin or not. He smelled like deranged opportunity, chemical factories, bad sex realized. She bent down and let the dog off its chain.
Time: 13 minutes
Word count: 92 words