Smell

She loved visiting the markets on their busiest hours, just to feel their unique smells percolate through the crowd and slowly dissipate away in tangible fractions.
She knew that the others, consumed by the superficial vastness of scenes and sounds, failed to grasp that we are capable of identifying and remembering more smells than individual colours or frequencies.
She knew by the smell of it, that a storm was approaching their sleepy hillside village, and could tell that it would be different from the other years.

As she lay, helplessly locked in her mangled body, under a rubble of what was left of her home,  she smelled a human approaching. She tried hard to make her presence felt.

But the steps moved away, ticking off another name in the list of deaths. They had never learnt to smell life from death.