Hello dears. Here's a short essay I wrote for the UK's terrific Litro Magazine, I hope you enjoy it!
You attended a thousand parties in New York, at art museums and armouries, at a very good funeral
home and a world famous theatre. There were pale men in fine suits and
duskier-skinned cater-waiters in tuxes. Preserved old ladies wore
invasive French scents that reminded you of your grandmother’s Seattle
clubs, the Sunset Club and the Rainier Club, the Ladies’ Auxiliary this
or the Women’s University that. If you exchanged pleasantries with such
ladies your dress would carry some of that fussy old glamour with you
when you said goodbye. The girls your age who weren’t there, like you,
on the arm of a corporate foundation’s temp, wore lighter scents, all
fruit and white flowers. When you told yourself the young girls’
perfumes were just the old lady perfumes of the future, you coveted
them less.