NoseBlind

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Sandra Webster

Sara sat in the clinic. She looked at the pretend smiling faces and their intake of Breathe  as they realised her class. She had grown up with this, it had became law when she was a baby. The smell depended on your designated class.

This had affected her all her life. Her teachers, her classmates looked down on her. She had a visible smell that betrayed who she was. That scent did not represent who she was though. She had lived and ignored others disgust. She was proud to be Sara. Which was why it was strangely ironic that she was at a noseblind clinic.


“Miss Sara,” a face in a mask. “Please come through”

Sara got up and smiled. She followed the doctor who did not smell.


The room was white and clinical as Sara expected. The doctor said;


“Hello, I am Doctor Sami. I can smell you of course, the 2020 act, but we can help. You are successful and one, only one, injection will set you free. Can we help?”


Freedom,’ Sara thought, from a life she had been a prisoner in. How many could not afford this treatment though?  She had to make a decision.

She took a deep breath.

“Yes” she said.

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