It was a hot summer day, the cicadas were singing like old grandfather clocks. I had just finished my shift and was heading home when disaster struck, maybe just maybe, I should've taken a few extra hours...
VVV Earlier that day on board the S.S. Titanic VVV
"Well watcha waiting for, get me some clients!" Screamed the boss from inside his office. I held back a smirk as I watched Steve rush out with his years on full throttle? Or full power? I never understand machines, with any biological lifeform most verbs and nouns apply perfectly but machines are just- oh I'm getting off topic here.
"Ahem, good morning Steve!" I greeted the feller as he slipped down the stairs in what would've been a painful fall. "I hope he's okay" pressing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I approached my boss's office.
As I grabbed the rich honey scented doorknob, I twisted the handle and pushed the door open.
"Hey boss I..." My brain stopped working, my nose caught the scent of a very powerful and yet deadly odor. I looked around and the scent remained as I stepped inside the smell got stronger.
"Ohh, what in the name of the rogues!" Covering my nose didn't help as tears formed on my eyes.
"Ehh? Why are you being so dramatic, get over here and help me out!" Screamed my boss. But it was impossible, the smell was atrocious I feared a moment longer and I would pass out.
Rushing outside the office, I ran for my dear life taking the longest inhale of my life. "That stinks like the underworlds cheeks!"
"Ah, hey get back here you french bulldog!" Said my boss as he came out of office with his scent chasing after me.
No I can't allow myself to lose to this putrid stench. "Stay away from me, you stink!"
"I whaaaaat!? I'll have you know I can freeze your next paycheck mister frenchie!" He yelled at me. Jumping down the stairsway, I spread my legs and slid all the way to the bottom, taking off in a mad sprint I knew I had to escape to the one place where the smell could never catch me.
"Home I'm coming for youuuuuu!"
Something fell on my face, my eyesight went dark as I ran and sniffed out of curiosity. This was my one crucial mistake. "Ugh dirty old sock! Too much...stink" falling face first I was loosing strenght rapidly.
Unable to remove the sock I watched as the cicadas flew from one side to the other. The hot sun barred over head as I laid there. Weak and pathetic I passed out from the smell.
"Did I kill him?" Said somebody
"No he's just tired, here let me help you with the laundry" answered another body.
The end.