Feb. 15, 2007

I could smell it from here. An older woman, Ms. Jamers, had made the call, saying the smell was coming from a vent in her building. Deputy Morrisson and I had been the nearest to the scene, so we were sent to the old appartment.
"I woke up this morning and there was that god-awful smell in the whole building. I wasn't sure if it was the sewer backing up again, but I figured the bugs in my vent probably meant something."
Ms. James continued her testimony to Morrisson while I scanned the room.
Ms. James' appartment was small and crowded with plants and cats. Any other smell in the building would have been masked by the smell of cat litter, but there was no wonder that the woman believed something to be wrong.
"Roberts, look at the ceiling," said my partner.
I glanced up and noticed what looked like a water mark on the ceiling. It could have been anything, old stain, rain damage, but for some reason it seemed that this was the source of the problem.
"Morrison, are you finished with Ms. James?"
"Yeah."
"Come look at this vent, there's probably about fifty maggots falling from it."
We both edged near the vent, and had to hold the vomit down harder each inch we made.

Kay Greenfield


I could smell it from here. It was disgusting and cheap. I glanced over at my friend Bryan, and snorted as I tried not to laugh out loud as he pretended to gag and make faces. I mouthed ‘Idiot’ at him before turning to look back at the source of our jokes.
Misty Lane. Renowned slut and spoiled brat. I rolled my eyes in distaste as she sauntered into the room, the click of her heels making her presence known if the smell hadn’t already.
She was like the Anna Nicole of our school, her bust practically spilling out of her tank top and her skirt riding a little too high up on her thighs.
Misty flicked her dark hair over her shoulder, sending coy smiles at the hormone infested boys.
Honestly, I found her appalling to look at. She wore way to much makeup and she always smelled like something died and was rotting away in that plastic body of hers. Yea, it was a well known fact that she’d had plenty of surgery to get that big chest of hers. I watched her slide into her seat, her skirt hiding nothing

Chrissy Faye