The Whelk
ShortStory 5,060 words Recommended by 3 award/anthology sources
"Nostalgia died a quiet death, wrapped in cellophane and power cords. The future had killed it. The ghosts of yesteryear’s fragrances no longer haunted, no longer hung and clung to the passersby. Instead, those ghosts lay shriveled like salted slugs in the perfectly modulated light of streetlamps and roadside LEDs."
Quasar links out; the story lives on Clarkesworld, where the author gets the click.