What’s That Smell?
by Courtney Moul
“Jane, you forgot to turn the oven on!” Elliot grumbles. All he wants is a pizza. It was supposed to be done by now but the oven was never on. “I can’t wait any longer for this pizza to be done I’m getting McDonald’s,” Elliot angrily passes on the news to his wife and hustles out the front door. McDonald’s is just across the street. I’m just going to jog across this time Elliot thinks. I’ve done it many times before with no trouble. Before crossing the street Elliot looks both ways and proceeds. Everything is as smooth as any other time.
If McDonald’s served pizza it would be what Elliot would have ordered but instead he goes with two quarter pounders, a large diet coke and a medium fry. The meal pleases Elliot. He starts to wonder how Jane is doing with the frozen pizza. Before heading out of McDonald’s to walk home Elliot wants some ice cream. A little cone of some good vanilla soft serve will hit the spot. This was definitely better than pizza Elliot concludes. Turning away with the ice cream he just bought Elliot runs smack into an old lady, smashing his ice cream and nearly making an old lady cry. “I am so sorry ma’am please let me help you with that,” Elliot reacts to the situation immediately grabbing napkins and wiping up the spilled ice cream.
“No! Stay away from me punk,” the old woman is in shock and can hardly believe what just happened to her. “Okay again I’m really sorry. Have a good night,” Elliot recovers and goes to the cashier quickly. “Hey uh could I get another ice cream quick because I dropped the one I was given like a minute ago?” the cashier does not seem amused by Elliot’s question. “Sorry we don’t give refunds to people who shove ice cream in old ladies faces buddy,” Elliot is shocked at the way the cashier has handled the exact same situation. “Uh okay ill just pay another dollar for another one then I guess if that’s what you want,” the compromise is not enough for the salty cashier. “Yeah we do not serve your kind either you should try somewhere else,” “My kind? Alrighty then.” Elliot evacuates the McDonald’s quickly before fighting the cashier. It’s fine we have ice cream at home anyway.
Walking away thinking about what just happened and feeling odd Elliot forgets to look both ways before crossing the street. He meanders into the middle of the road and suddenly hears a ringing noise. Before he has time to react Elliot is struck like a piece of roadkill. The person in the white sedan does not even stop to see what happened. It probably is because Elliot looks like a deer.
He has no choice but to stay in the center of the road. His abdomen was crushed under the weight of the car tires. Even so he still attempts to crawl away from his death scene. A few minutes later only an inch of land was covered. It is already night time so Elliot decides to sleep in the excruciating pain. He cannot contact anyone unless they see him. He does not have a cell phone because he had no use for one ever before. He also knows that Jane is probably already watching the nightly news by now and would not hear him screaming so why bother trying.
The next day comes around and Elliot is still unfortunately alive. It is a bright Tuesday morning and Jane is leaving for work. As she backs out of the driveway in her blue Ford fiesta she smells something familiar. Is that the smell of decaying human flesh she wonders. Fully leaving her driveway she swings right past Elliot. That smell is just divine. The thought eats her alive all day long. After a long day of work Jane returns home. She wonders where Elliot has been all this time. He could either be at McDonald’s or at the butcher.
First I should check McDonald’s real quick Jane thinks. She quickly turns into the parking lot of the McDonald’s across the road from her house. She goes in to find absolutely no one inside. That is so strange she remarks. Why would no one be at McDonald’s? “Hello? Anyone here?” Jane calls out for any sign of life. A groan is heard coming from the back of the restaurant. Jane sprints around the counter to the source of the noise.
It is none other than the old lady in the wheelchair that Elliot smashed in the face with the ice cream cone. She has a gun in her lap. Dead bodies are laying in every direction around her. “Oh my GOD what happened here!?” Jane exclaimed to the old woman. “I seemed to have had one of my fits again,” the lady tells Jane. “What do you mean ‘again’?” “Well you see when someone tips me off the deepend I usually cannot control my emotions in any other way than causing a mass murder so this is probably my 12th one. They can’t put me in jail because I plead insanity every time,” Jane is dumbfounded by the sick woman in front of her.
Slowly backing away, Jane takes out her phone. She wants to get a picture of what has happened here and then will call the police. As she does this, the old lady holds up the gun. “If you so much as click a button on that shiny device you got there I will shoot your brains out missy,” the old lady is clearly not playing around and Jane drops her phone. She books it out of McDonald’s as a shot rings out. “GREAT. Now I have to deal with a psychotic old hag on wheels and my missing husband.” Jane is enraged at her luck. She moves quickly away from the McDonald’s and heads toward her house.
To hell with the car there is a crazy woman with a gun just yards away. Looking both ways, Jane runs across the road but stumbles in the middle. Oh my, that smell again! Jane glances around and immediately sees her dead husband lying right beside her.
“Holy Jesus! Elliot! Did that evil granny get you? Not without my vengeance.” Jane picks up Elliot’s dead body and rushes to the other side of the road into her lawn. She throws the body down and runs into the house. “I must get a knife to slaughter this woman once and for all!” Looking around the kitchen Jane finds the biggest knife in the house and carefully conceals it in her jeans.
She lunges across the yard and street to get to the parking lot of McDonald’s. Going around the back is my best bet she notes to herself. Striding around to the back door, Jane notices that the door is in fact unlocked. She opens the door and it screeches like a bat. Instead of going in for a sneak attack Jane whips out her knife and is ready to slay.
“This is for what you did to Elliot!” Jane thrusts the knife into the side of the old lady in the wheelchair. Breathing having and feeling satisfied she pulls the knife out. Her body is cold and she has no pulse. But did she even before just now? Jane gingerly steps around the dead bodies on the floor to get to the opposite side of the old woman.
Her skin is cold. It has only been a minute.
That can only mean…….POW! Jane is shot in the face by the her ex boyfriend. “No making pizzas with human ingredients anymore you freak!!”
by Courtney Moul
“Jane, you forgot to turn the oven on!” Elliot grumbles. All he wants is a pizza. It was supposed to be done by now but the oven was never on. “I can’t wait any longer for this pizza to be done I’m getting McDonald’s,” Elliot angrily passes on the news to his wife and hustles out the front door. McDonald’s is just across the street. I’m just going to jog across this time Elliot thinks. I’ve done it many times before with no trouble. Before crossing the street Elliot looks both ways and proceeds. Everything is as smooth as any other time.
If McDonald’s served pizza it would be what Elliot would have ordered but instead he goes with two quarter pounders, a large diet coke and a medium fry. The meal pleases Elliot. He starts to wonder how Jane is doing with the frozen pizza. Before heading out of McDonald’s to walk home Elliot wants some ice cream. A little cone of some good vanilla soft serve will hit the spot. This was definitely better than pizza Elliot concludes. Turning away with the ice cream he just bought Elliot runs smack into an old lady, smashing his ice cream and nearly making an old lady cry. “I am so sorry ma’am please let me help you with that,” Elliot reacts to the situation immediately grabbing napkins and wiping up the spilled ice cream.
“No! Stay away from me punk,” the old woman is in shock and can hardly believe what just happened to her. “Okay again I’m really sorry. Have a good night,” Elliot recovers and goes to the cashier quickly. “Hey uh could I get another ice cream quick because I dropped the one I was given like a minute ago?” the cashier does not seem amused by Elliot’s question. “Sorry we don’t give refunds to people who shove ice cream in old ladies faces buddy,” Elliot is shocked at the way the cashier has handled the exact same situation. “Uh okay ill just pay another dollar for another one then I guess if that’s what you want,” the compromise is not enough for the salty cashier. “Yeah we do not serve your kind either you should try somewhere else,” “My kind? Alrighty then.” Elliot evacuates the McDonald’s quickly before fighting the cashier. It’s fine we have ice cream at home anyway.
Walking away thinking about what just happened and feeling odd Elliot forgets to look both ways before crossing the street. He meanders into the middle of the road and suddenly hears a ringing noise. Before he has time to react Elliot is struck like a piece of roadkill. The person in the white sedan does not even stop to see what happened. It probably is because Elliot looks like a deer.
He has no choice but to stay in the center of the road. His abdomen was crushed under the weight of the car tires. Even so he still attempts to crawl away from his death scene. A few minutes later only an inch of land was covered. It is already night time so Elliot decides to sleep in the excruciating pain. He cannot contact anyone unless they see him. He does not have a cell phone because he had no use for one ever before. He also knows that Jane is probably already watching the nightly news by now and would not hear him screaming so why bother trying.
The next day comes around and Elliot is still unfortunately alive. It is a bright Tuesday morning and Jane is leaving for work. As she backs out of the driveway in her blue Ford fiesta she smells something familiar. Is that the smell of decaying human flesh she wonders. Fully leaving her driveway she swings right past Elliot. That smell is just divine. The thought eats her alive all day long. After a long day of work Jane returns home. She wonders where Elliot has been all this time. He could either be at McDonald’s or at the butcher.
First I should check McDonald’s real quick Jane thinks. She quickly turns into the parking lot of the McDonald’s across the road from her house. She goes in to find absolutely no one inside. That is so strange she remarks. Why would no one be at McDonald’s? “Hello? Anyone here?” Jane calls out for any sign of life. A groan is heard coming from the back of the restaurant. Jane sprints around the counter to the source of the noise.
It is none other than the old lady in the wheelchair that Elliot smashed in the face with the ice cream cone. She has a gun in her lap. Dead bodies are laying in every direction around her. “Oh my GOD what happened here!?” Jane exclaimed to the old woman. “I seemed to have had one of my fits again,” the lady tells Jane. “What do you mean ‘again’?” “Well you see when someone tips me off the deepend I usually cannot control my emotions in any other way than causing a mass murder so this is probably my 12th one. They can’t put me in jail because I plead insanity every time,” Jane is dumbfounded by the sick woman in front of her.
Slowly backing away, Jane takes out her phone. She wants to get a picture of what has happened here and then will call the police. As she does this, the old lady holds up the gun. “If you so much as click a button on that shiny device you got there I will shoot your brains out missy,” the old lady is clearly not playing around and Jane drops her phone. She books it out of McDonald’s as a shot rings out. “GREAT. Now I have to deal with a psychotic old hag on wheels and my missing husband.” Jane is enraged at her luck. She moves quickly away from the McDonald’s and heads toward her house.
To hell with the car there is a crazy woman with a gun just yards away. Looking both ways, Jane runs across the road but stumbles in the middle. Oh my, that smell again! Jane glances around and immediately sees her dead husband lying right beside her.
“Holy Jesus! Elliot! Did that evil granny get you? Not without my vengeance.” Jane picks up Elliot’s dead body and rushes to the other side of the road into her lawn. She throws the body down and runs into the house. “I must get a knife to slaughter this woman once and for all!” Looking around the kitchen Jane finds the biggest knife in the house and carefully conceals it in her jeans.
She lunges across the yard and street to get to the parking lot of McDonald’s. Going around the back is my best bet she notes to herself. Striding around to the back door, Jane notices that the door is in fact unlocked. She opens the door and it screeches like a bat. Instead of going in for a sneak attack Jane whips out her knife and is ready to slay.
“This is for what you did to Elliot!” Jane thrusts the knife into the side of the old lady in the wheelchair. Breathing having and feeling satisfied she pulls the knife out. Her body is cold and she has no pulse. But did she even before just now? Jane gingerly steps around the dead bodies on the floor to get to the opposite side of the old woman.
Her skin is cold. It has only been a minute.
That can only mean…….POW! Jane is shot in the face by the her ex boyfriend. “No making pizzas with human ingredients anymore you freak!!”