Title: Signs
Summary: Sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste.
Pairing: n/a
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yes. They're all mine. Oh, and the devil just opened an ice-skating rink in hell.
Author's Notes: For csi50, for the prompt 'smell.' Thanks for the beta, Kelly.

When he can smell the warning signs, he knows he's in for it.

His father's beer-scented breath is almost overpowering when he gets so close to his face; he struggles to breathe amidst the fumes.

There's whiskey, gin, and just plain, old-fashioned beer in there, combining to make one of the most wretched odors Conrad has ever smelt. It's terrifying in and of itself.

The really bad thing about smell is that his father's rants and rages are almost over—the hitting is next. His father is purposely trying to frighten, to intimidate. It always works.

He can smell the malevolence.

TBC.