Thursday, May 1, 2008

Prompt: Funk

The Funk

"What is that?"

"What is wh– oh. Oh . Oh god." The smell was utterly overpowering. I looked upwind; nothing in sight. The smell was so strong I couldn’t even tell what it was. Not quite fecal, or rotting, or BO, or chemicals, and yet a little bit of all of those, and more.

In the distance I hear the sound of cars crashing, sirens, screams.

The scientists had no idea what had caused it, only that it was global and seemed to be hear to stay.

The press had less trouble, simply dubbing it, "The Day the World Cut One."

1 comment:

Kevin Anderson said...

This one really stunk - I loved it.