A mixture of smells greeted Omar when he was finally released from his temporary prison on board the British destroyer. There was the salty sea smell and the fragrant scent of the fresh flowers blooming. These mixed with the smells of grease and oil that rose from the bowels of the vessel and the mix was topped off with an overpowering thrust of shit and piss that wafted out of the shipping containers. He was grateful to be free of the toilet that had been his bed and was now his friend’s resting place, but the smell clung to his clothing like a baby monkey clutching its mother and he was certain that it had seeped into his skin, his very being.
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I thought I would post a little sample from "The Price of Peace" today. I'm about halfway through typing it up and am already seeing lots of glaring holes in it from when I wrote it 10-11 years ago. Please enjoy this little snippet.
A mixture of smells greeted Omar when he was finally released from his temporary prison on board the British destroyer. There was the salty sea smell and the fragrant scent of the fresh flowers blooming. These mixed with the smells of grease and oil that rose from the bowels of the vessel and the mix was topped off with an overpowering thrust of shit and piss that wafted out of the shipping containers. He was grateful to be free of the toilet that had been his bed and was now his friend’s resting place, but the smell clung to his clothing like a baby monkey clutching its mother and he was certain that it had seeped into his skin, his very being.
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