Sentinel Thursday Challenge #45, "Three Monkeys"
Smell No Evil
by Winds-of-Dawn
He smelled blood.But he saw only the whirl of animated motion, heard only the cadence of excited speech. He never saw the body lying in the trunk, paid no heed to the slamming of the hood. And he walked away without giving voice to the silent thought that a sliced finger could never cause that much stench.
Since then, he can smell a paper cut from a knife slice.
He never told Sandburg.
He sees only stillness now, as he listens in vain for a heartbeat, his nose full of chlorine and crushed grass.
No blood.
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