Coffee Memories

Photo credit: Radu Razvan Gheorghe | Dreamstime

The power of a scent to trigger a memory is astonishing. Walking along a street, a myriad of fragrances cause us to drift through time.

Café. Coffee. Mother’s addiction: French Roast. Strong. Lots of sugar.
Coffee and cigarettes, my mother’s greatest indulgences.

The aroma of coffee flashes across my mind the image of her at the table. Smoking. Drinking coffee. Complaining how she still has not won the lottery. Then, laughing at herself. Grinding the French Roast in the coffee grinder.
That whirring sound.

Coffee. Again. Cigarettes. Again.

Stuck in the cycle of that memory, by a smell…
until another scent takes its place.

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