Thursday, December 17, 2015

The Smell of Flies

We sat. The Styrofoam cooler was there. I stretched my legs and a fly buzzed between us. 
     "Ugh, a fly," she said, waving it away. "I hate the smell of flies."
     "The smell of flies?"
     "Flies don't smell."
     "Hell if they don't. I can smell them."
     "What do they smell like?"
     "Cinnamon and feces."
     "I guess I'll have to pay closer attention."
     "You bet you will, buster!"

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