Into the Suburbs

Sake pushed open another door and there it was again, that smell peculiar to the suburbs. high, thin, skin, sweat, digestion. Biological. Then a waft from the ventilation obliterated it and all that remained was the scentless non-smell of neutrair or uniscent or some such product, an inoffensive touch of synthesized lime on the very edge of his nose.

The lobe of his ear itched. He scratched it, glanced around the room and walked toward the door opposite.