I joined a writer’s group recently. I had my first session last night. I wrote something in 10 minutes. It is life from the perspective of a near-empty Chanel No. 5 bottle. Enjoy:

They only use me on special occasions. He bought me in the shop with my family looking on in horror.

“Go ahead, son! Spit on him!” my father, Chanel No. 3 shouted as I was whisked away and put in this blue box with my cousin, Lynx and third cousin, Head & Shoulders.

That was three years ago. I’m running on empty. I don’t do much these days. I do what they do. I sit around. They have had kids since then. The other day, one of the children grabbed me out of bed while I was taking an afternoon nap. Luckily, I spat on him too. She took me off him and put me back in. The wrong way around.

They have an anniversary or birthday coming up. I’m not sure. I don’t understand English very well. I am French, you see. I was born in China, but that’s beside the point. I wonder when they will use me again. I suppose that’s not up to me.

It’s something different. There may be a lot more fictional stuff on the blog going forward. Isn’t that exciting? I’m excited anyway. Thank you for reading. I hope you have a great day.

Thank you for your time.