short fiction · 2026-10-15

Echoes in the Palate

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

The first note struck like a warm honey drizzle, coating my tongue with a viscous amber that lingered long after the sound faded. A tremolo of violins sang crisp as the bite of fresh citrus, each string a burst of bright, tangy zest. Then the distant church bell rang, its resonance rolling over me like the smooth grit of fine sandpaper, leaving a cool, metallic aftertaste that tingled my teeth. I closed my eyes, letting frequencies dissolve into flavors, mapping sound to texture until the room became a symphony of taste.