Experience

Experience by Kev Anderson

I breathed in deeply. The smell was unmistakable. Parma Violets with a hint of coconut. Her name was Veronica.

I was a boy in a Mad Man’s world.

The advertising agency was called Bailie Marshall. Veronica would be looking after me for my three days of work experience. My voice had broken years earlier, but the familiar variance of pitch returned when I spoke to her.

I decided to stop talking. It wasn’t working. I communicated with nods and smiles.

Tomorrow I’d be prepared. I’d be sophisticated. I’d be charming. I’d be a man.

And, I’d smell of Lynx Africa.