Ghost

#112: Gone. Be Gone.

I’ve washed my hands several times, furiously, with soap, then dishwashing detergent, then with coffee, then with some rice milk scrub. I’ve soaked them in alcohol, then cologne, then sanitizer, then body spray. I’ve tried to mask the smell with juniper lotion, then with more alcohol, then with more spray. The smell of onion still sticks to my hands.

I cooked clams and onions pasta yesterday and for a change, I didn’t ask one of our maids to help me out. Everything from concept to execution was in my hands. Now all the stink is in my hands as well.

I’m being hounded by the ghost of an onion.