Writing Snippet: Smell and Taste
These snippets are from an online workshop where we had to write five descriptions that involved either smell or taste and to bring in some characterization with it. I wanted something where I could do both, so I picked smoke. It was a lot harder than it looked–I’m more used to having something like this fit into an overall context than just writing a few sentences.
The snippet:
James turned as the wind carried a familiar scent to his nose: Wood smoke. A smile touched his lips as the light, almost delicate smell brought back memories. Of sitting in front of a fire with his grandpa and listening to tall tales. Of staying inside, in the warmth, while a winter storm raged outside, knowing that he was safe.
I don’t think Terry even realized how bad she smelled. It wasn’t the same what came out of the cigarette; this odor clung to her clothes, her hair, and even her pores, twisting into something I might find in a dumpster in a deserted back alley.
Diesel first. Then a little mogas to get the fire started. The soldier dropped a match into the halved drum, and the fire erupted, bright orange against the darkening sky. He stepped downwind as black smoke billowed into the sky, reeking with the bitterly pungent scent of urine.
Bob Albright tore off his baseball hat and slammed it into the table. “Damn, Heather! What’d you do to this pork–stick it up in the chimney for ten days?”
As Mary got out of the car, she caught the unmistakable hot, dirty odor of exhaust smoke, and then it was gone, carried away by the wind. Great! All she needed was another expensive car repair.
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Note: Mogas is an army acronym for motor gasoline. They never call anything by its normal name!