Hot Town Summer in the City~ A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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On a hot sultry night  Illya plodded along the streets, dressed in jeans... a black T-shirt, allowing him inconspicuousness amongst the comings and goings of Brooklyn.

Smells filled the air... food, hot asphalt, beer, urine, yet an enchanting odor assaulted his senses...perfume.

Familiar.

Posters covered  partitions surrounding a constructions site.  There... an ad for a fragrance. Giselle,
the model with whom he had a brief infatuation.




Ah...Shalimar. He closed his eyes, remembering, but was distracted as a bum relieved himself nearby.  

A bar Illya thought, to find himself a willing woman, if not... languish alone on his fire escape.