Memory
She realised it within minutes she turned her back after the hug goodbye. Her last memory of him being locked in the way he smelled. Of Hamam and a musty sweater. She knows that the retrieval promise for memories burned on smells can be very tentative. As the RW drive for our memories, they are more susceptible to erasure and overwriting than sights and sounds. She paused her steps and put her nose breathing on hold. Before plunging into the miasma of smells from the swarming bodies and everything else on the street.