Piqued - Write on Wednesday

    The world was silent as Allison searched for it. A minute ago she had been stargazing in an open field, but now she was chasing it down. The thing, whatever it was, awoke a memory lost in the corner of mind. The scent had drifted by her on the midnight breeze and piqued her interest. It carried blurry images from her childhood. Goosebumps formed on her arms as the thought of what the memory would hold arose. What if she didn't want to remember? There must be a reason why she forgot in the first place. Her bare feet made no sound as Allison drew nearer to the object of her curiosity. It was there, she knew it. She felt it, moreover the perfume seemed to fill her completely.