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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Smell (the sense of smell) (07/29/10)

TITLE: P.U. Pathway
By Barbara Lynn Culler
08/03/10


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While driving along the zigzagging road through the maze of hills in early morning darkness, an obnoxious odor rapidly infiltrated my little car. Reclined in the passenger seat next to me, Steffi’s sleepy yet accusing voice objected.
“You farted!”
In my most righteous voice I could muster at that time of morning, I responded:
“I most certainly did not”
The scent of skunk had permeated the car and I was not guilty of causing the aroma-this time.

Every day, and even on weekends, we had to drive this road to reach my parents' home so that they could watch Steffi and take her to school, as I had to be at work by 6:30am. She would sleep while I had a time of peacefulness.

Two mornings later, the pre-dawn night was intensified by dense fog hovering in the canyons. I was softly singing with the radio and Steffi appeared to be asleep as I maneuvered my car around an especially precarious curve.

Thunk. Oh no. An unmistakable smell permeated our breathing space.

“Mom, you hit the skunk” Steffi declared as she sat upright in her seat.

“Duh” I thought, wondering if I should check to make sure it was a skunk that I had hit. Common sense said to stay in the car and continue on to our destination. The foul odor lingered for hours and from that day on, we came up with the nickname of P.U. Pathway for that particular stretch of road

Another morning, we were peacefully driving along in the dark when a stink infused the car. A sleepy voice says, “I know where we are.” I did not tell her she was wrong.


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 08/06/10
This is a charming little story.
Jeanne E Webster 08/06/10
This is a keeper. "Fond" memories between mother and daughter. Very nice story and long on topic. See you at the next challenge time. :)
Amy Michelle Wiley 08/08/10
LOL, cute story. The ending made me chuckle. A few punctuation errors, but otherwise delightfully written.
Mariane Holbrook08/09/10

What a clever title and clever story! I LOVE it!!!
Patsy Hallum08/16/10
Great family tale. Right on topic. Keep writing those memories.