- Vol. 03
- Chapter 05
Image by Alejandra Coral
I remember the day I realised I'd lost my sense of smell, but how long before had I had none but not been consciously aware?
Anosmia, a recognised early prelude of my eventual demise, that I'm no longer infallible, gone are the days of galloping through the wild chasing prey. Prey which I thought was becoming extinct but still exists, I just no longer have the tools to find.
I always expected my legs to go first.
Four years and counting, not long to go.