Death by smell 

It was that time of the day, the sun was showing its face where it wasn’t early morning anymore. The aroma begin to fill my nostrils of a stench I had known before. The stench of fear and death. 

I knew what I had to do, and so did he. I wiped the sweat from my brow. I was nervous. He sensed it was coming as he busied himself in the corner. Looking at me occasionally to make sure I was keeping my distance. My palms started to get sweaty. “You can do this” I said to myself. 

I approached him cautiously, avoiding eye contact. He got up and onto all fours and growled at me. I backed away, frightened. “Don’t give up”, I said to myself.  I walked closer, stopping every few steps, catching my breath and my confidence. I knew I had to strike at the right moment. I took four sharp steps in his direction. He looked up at me and growled again. “This time you’re mine”. 

He knew I had him and so broke into a run and I gave chase. Dodging obsticles I knew it was going to be tough. I was amazed at his speed and agility, but I was even more amazed at mine. 

I cornered him. I knew he couldn’t get around me, he knew it too. He lay on his back  in defeat. His big puppy eyes acknowledging my dominance. I steadily moved towards him. Careful not to make jerky movements, I didn’t want to frighten him. 

I grabbed him and pinned him down. Firmly but gently. I didn’t want to hurt him afterall. 

I stripped him off and took off his nappy.

“Geez son, there’s not even a poo in here” I said, while I changed my toddler. He laughed loudly and got up and walked away, smiling smugly while looking back at me. 

He tricked me with a fart. He won this round. 

Until the next time. 

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  1. This post was something i cld definately relate to as my mom wld tell me 100s of funny stories about my childhood events and in a moment “We booth were laughing our hearts out!”

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