He smells like charred, flaky smoke, from a grill and from a cigar, and when I think back, the sounds I hear are of drips of dressing from meat popping onto the grill. He wears a classic aftershave, so he’ll always smell like an old smell, a timeless smell – the kind that yells of the years that our generation only reads about. When I think of him I think of English, of the slices of paper-cuts and snapping books. He sounds like color and smells like smoke and also like the laundry he always shrinks. I know that when I think of him I'll always hear snow shovels and foaming car soap. And because of all these smells and sounds, when I think of my father I mostly smell and hear "home."
LifestyleJul 18, 2016
Prompt: How Would You Describe Your Dad?
For English we were asked to write a sensory description of our fathers.
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