Lilac Scent Trail: Magic Realism

The scent of lilacs drifted in through the open window, curled around the room, and settled beside Lila's pillow like a cat come home after a successful night's hunt. She rose in the lilac-scented dawn and drifted to her wardrobe, where she pulled out a light purple dress and slipped it over her shoulders. The sundress was old and worn, but she knew that when the scent came calling she should not turn it back unheeded. Her calloused heels rapped against the worn wooden floor as she walked to the door and pulled it open. She hesitated for a moment in the doorway. The same familiar scents were there: the dusty odor of dry-rot in the wood, the smell of dust never quite cleaned away, lemon polish, and the scent of the bread that had been baked yesterday.


Inspiration: "smell-feast"
Story Potential: Erm. It intrigues me, the idea of doing for scent sort of what "Periwinkle Eyes" did for color. It probably isn't really high potential, but I'm going to say it is, because I want to write this someday.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: Don't forget the standard Smalltown, USA details.