Jane hurtles into wakefulness as two things register: she is not supposed to be hearing voices, and she is not supposed to be smelling…is that the blast from her past she thinks it is?
Peeking out over the bottom of her basement window, through the tangle of winter rhododendron, she sees another small forest, of legs, slouchy denim and untied sneakers, black leggings and Ugg boots and ballerina flats.
“Hey, Jase, ya bogart, pass the doobage. We have to get to first period.”
It was only a matter of time, she supposed, before kids discovered this place, but she can still hope they content themselves with the yard and don’t actually break in. She slides back down the wall to sit at its base, patting her chest to soothe her pounding heart and fanning away that smell…rank.
This is a vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe, for Six Sentence Stories. This week’s cue was “rank.” More fun Sixes from other writers are here.
99 Monkeys 
ah, the far side of school! nice imagery. this jane, she alright.
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Jane thinks you’re all right too!
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A great segment. I guessed what the smell from the past was in first paragraph. Most definitely brings back memories of other times.
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My misspent youth. lol
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I keep thinking of how fearful her position is, very tentative at best. Sooner or later she’s bound to be found out, then what? I’ll be waiting to see what happens!
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Well, I kind of know. ..
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Way cool , man.
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Basements and rank smells are something some of these posts have in common. I read another one just a few minutes ago.
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Josie’s haunted house story? That’s a fun series.
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