Miscalculation

by joetwo

I buzzed my paramour in and poured some wine. Two minutes later she entered in a stunning red dress and walked over to kiss me.

A foot from me she stopped, face contorting in disgust and exclaimed “What is that smell? It’s awful!”

I knew then my cologne was a bad choice.

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 challenge number 64.

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