Flash fiction using Jolene’s prompt. Rules: Must use all four of the following and not kill your main character:
- This time it’s bound to work
- what is that smell?
- mortician
- toy maker
“Gah! What’s that smell?”
The shoveling did not stop. Nor did the speaker.
“Gah! I say, Nate — What’s that smell?”
“It’s called ‘death’, Jeff. I could go into the chemistry of putrescine, cadaverine and butyric acid but I’m afraid it would all go over your head and we’d still me forced to hear your heavy panting and repeated ‘Gah’ utterances because you have absolutely no respect for science.”
“Why didn’t you just say ‘science’? That’s all I needed to know. Not those ‘ines and acids.”
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