Undiscovered

It was due to the fact that he was dead that nobody saw him.

 

It had been quite a while.

 

Prior to death he had been driving, but now he had nowhere to drive. Well nowhere where he would be driving.

The air smelt sweeter now, he tasted the honeysuckle that for years had grown tired and bare, no-one was aware that it gave off any scent at all. The next person to visit wouldn’t smell it either; instead the rancid stench that lay behind the door would greet them.

As I said, it had been a while.

The dog sniffed around the living room before finding a comfortable place to settle for a long sleep.

Thomas walked out the door and the sweet sent grew even more strong, almost overbearing his senses. He paused, took one look behind at what had been his home then danced a merry jig and sped off into an eternal night.

 

 © simon garlick