I’m writing a book in my head. The first two chapters are in my Notes app on my phone. Until I get motivated to write it down in a place that won’t disappear the next time I drop my phone in the bathtub – you know, like on a computer with a hard drive, or on Google Drive where it can live blissfully in the cloud – here’s a bit I wrote in my head this morning:
Lisa stared at the car scent in her hand. She hadn’t meant to wander into yet another Bath and Body Works, but the FREE ITEM coupon was burning a hole in her purse. Her basket was full of hand soaps she didn’t need, but Maggie did. Maggie’s kids were always dirty. Or maybe all kids were always dirty, Lisa didn’t really know.
The car scent in Lisa’s hand smelled exactly like her ex-boyfriend’s cologne, the cologne she had bought him right before he left for London, the cologne she had sprayed on his old t-shirt and stuffed under pillow case hoping he wouldn’t notice how sentimental she was after just a month of dating. But there it was, in her hand, and now it was in her cart, and she was going to put it in her car and smell him on her way to work, on her way home, on her way to Maggie’s house to drop off the 3 for $18 hand soaps she’d bought, hoping that the scent of her ex-boyfriend would distract her from Sam.