Paris, 1945

Challenge: a story in 50 words. Hers was the face he couldn't forget

Hers was the face he couldn't forget.

Nor can he forget those cinnamon kisses, holding hands on the bench by the river, and the scent of No.5.

Now he sits by the river alone, fuelled by cigars and whisky, an old man dreaming of the woman he had once met.