Published by Thunder Valley Press at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 by Kris Sparks
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They met at lunchtime in a busy noontime Saturday line at Subway. Henry ordered roast beef on sourdough, Marianne turkey and provolone on whole wheat, no oil or mayonnaise.
For years afterward he remembered the smells of that day -- the rich yeast of bread fresh from the warmer, the campfire aroma of the smoky provolone, the sharp vinegar tang of pickles and hot peppers. The motorcycle rider in dusty leathers in the line behind Henry reeked of sweat, cigarettes, and stale beer. But most of all, he remembered the feminine smell of her perfume. Subtle, but there. It made him notice her.