Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Something Smells

The knife sticking out of her mother’s back was an obvious clue that her mother did not die of natural causes. While many things lay tumbled and scattered around the still and stiffening corpse, it didn’t seem likely that a knife fell from one of the piles to puncture lung and heart, draining out her mother’s life.
She took a deep breath. Big mistake. Cat urine and putrid vegetables made her sick to her stomach. Underlying the noxious smells, a cloying, clinging scent of cheap perfume worked its way to her brain. It seemed familiar but she couldn’t place it or attach it to a specific person.
Taking her cell phone from her pocket, she walked back to the open door and fresh air and she called the police.

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