Me and Cath. Provo, Utah. August 2012
© e.gosney 2014
Scooping up a piece of cake, the air-pocketed texture rubbed across her anticipating tongue, shooting rich scents of memories through the nasal cavaties.
"This tastes like first grade," she said casually, leaning forward to take another bite. "Yep. First grade."
The chocolate bits clung to the crevaces of her molars, nostrils flaring in unsure pleasure as the scenes scrolled behind her eyes. Playgrounds and old desks, lunchrooms and pencil erasers.