9: Cinnamon and Smoke

Prompt #9 is to describe what I'm feeling using my sense of smell.

I'm watching an episode of the PBS series NOVA, a narrative of an attempt to separate conjoined twins, Krishna and Trishna. The thing I love about NOVA is that even when I don't know anything about the subject, even when it's something I'd never look for myself, I get engaged in the story. My mind feels sharp as cinnamon. My concern for these twins feels hard like charcoal smoke. Will they survive? I don't even know them, for all I know I've never heard of them before an hour ago, and yet, I'm worried. 

Like when I waited in the hospital waiting room, in that sterile, metallic nothing. Thinking, as if my thoughts could help. Listening, as if there was anything to hear. Too scared to cry. Too tired, too angry to pray. Wondering if I'd ever get to talk to Dad again.

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