The Scent of Lilac

My take on ‘Sleeping Beauty’

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Coming up for air at long last, she could make out flecks of light in the dense swirl, coupled with a heady perfume that assailed her senses. A brief vision in miniature spun from the darkness — a climbing rose clinging to sun-baked brick and a bunch of lilac plumes nodding sagely between the privet. A reminder of long summer afternoons, when she had played in the high-walled garden. Velvety petals…