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Peculiar Scents

devongomez
Thu, 03 Dec 2015 15:14:40 GMT

“Do you smell that?” “Smell what?” “How can you not smell it?” “Because I can’t smell, Charles.” “Oh, right.” In that moment Charles felt dumb. It was only just now that he recalled the rock that bashed Darion’s skull in. Darion was lucky to be alive, and his brain remained surprisingly intact, with only his sense of smell being largely affected. Charles sulked down into his seat in embarrassment. “Well, it smells rancid,” he said, “So I suppose you’re lucky then.” Darion was looking at his phone, seeming to only be half listening to Charles. Without looking up he said, “Oh really? Describe to me what it smells like.” “Rancid.” “More descriptive.” “If you’re asking me to take a whiff then it’s not happening.” Darion finally looked up from his phone, “I need to know Charles! What if there’s a methane leak or something? It could be dangerous.” Charles sighed, and he knew that Darion was right. Before, Darion was able to identify this kind of stuff, and probably save Charles more than once with his now-retired sniffer. He sniffed in from his nose, and gagged at the smell. I t was absolutely putrid. Tears began to well up as Charles fought to describe the smell, “It’s strong, disgusting. It smells almost like fertilizer. Really, _really_ strong fertilizer.” “Does it now?” Darion looked back down to his phone and smiled. Charles was confused for a moment, but then started to put the pieces together: Darion mentioned methane leaks... a smell that smells like gaseous crap.... Charles gagged again and said, “I really hate you sometimes,” then went to open a window to disperse Darion’s nasty fart.