The Bongo Drums

It's amazing, she thought closing her eyes for a moment, where a scent can take you.

She was referring to the scent of the bongo drums with the mother-of-pearl on the outside that had been around since long before she could remember.

The scent was a combination of the red painted wood on the inside, the stretched leather over the top, and the smell of incense which was imbued deeply into the whole affair.

It was one of the scents of her childhood, much like a kitchen pregnant with the smell of spaghetti sauce and the voices of her grandparents and her mother and various other relatives who happened to be there at the time.

But now, she placed the bongo drums in front of her son, letting him smell that smell and become familiar with it, just as she had, because they would be his one day just as they were hers now.