Scent: Fantasy

The scent carried on the breeze to tickle her nose as she sat in an outdoor cafe. She paused with her coffee cup held a few inches from her lips. A disgusted expression crossed her face and she set down the mug. Her nose wrinkled and her eyes widened until a sneeze exploded from her lips. She pushed herself away from the table, threw down a twenty to cover the cost of the coffee and strode up the street, following the scent of tainted ritual. For a minute, she was afraid it would stop at the dumpster in the alley: she'd had more than her share of bad dumpster experiences.

Inspiration: My nose!
Story Potential: Low.
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