becky
She opened her mouth, the taste of music settling on her tongue. The scent of the bass filled her and the tingle of the pianist's fingers played across her skin. She was lost in the symphony of senses.
Her curiosity got the best of her and she peeked around the corner. As the vomit reached the corners of her mouth she immediately regretted her decision. The smell was enough. It washed over her when she turned around the corner and coated the inside of her nostrils. It was putrid. The tangy and metallic smell of blood misted the air with a rosy pink. She scrubbed and washed and waited for the smell of recent death to cleanse itself from her nasal passage, but much like death, it could not be eradicated. It stayed and plagued all good smells for her from then on. All because of her damn curiosity.