sensory

• I thought I could smell, faintly like an afterimage, the pungent scent of sweat, shot through with the sweet taint of chewing gum.
• The music lingered, a palimpsest of unheard sound, style upon style
• Garlands made of tissue paper flowers, cardboard devils, a revolving ball of mirrors, powdering the dancers with a snow of light
• Pictures flickering over lifting flesh
• The plump shapes of bulbs held in the hands, fullness, the dry rustle of seeds
• Smells fishy, they used to say; or I smell a rat. Misfit as odour
• If they think of a kiss, they must immediately think of the floodlights going on, the rifle shots
• Envy radiates from them, I can smell it, faint wisps of acid, mingled with their perfume
• His voice is metal-coloured, horn-shaped
• There’s an odour of witch about them, something mysterious and exotic