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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Fragrance (10/24/05)

TITLE: Fragrance of Murder
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10/29/05


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It was the first thing that hit her as she opened the door. That fragrance of his, that awful pungent odor that was distinctly his! Aware that he had already been there or might still be in the room, she opened the door slowly and quietly.

It was dark inside his apartment. Not a night light or small lamp anywhere! It was good that she always carried a small flashlight inside her purse. Carefully she reached into her purse to a small crevasse and pulled it out. With her canvas shoes, shoulder bag, flashlight and dark clothing, she ambled her way though the living room, and then into the small dining room.

As she approached the dining room she smelled a different odor, one that was more repulsive than the first one. She began to feel an anxiety attack beginning at the base of her neck, traveling quickly down her spine. Not now, she thought. I don’t need an anxiety attack now!

Sandy was too trusting, especially with someone like Peter Linsburg. How many times had she warned her of him? Too many, she thought.

Slowly, she walked through the dining room and with her trusty flashlight reached the bathroom. As she carefully aimed the flashlight on the bathroom floor, she thought she heard the front door open.

Before she could see the tragedy lying on the bathroom floor before her, someone was breathing down her back……

Quickly, she spun around just in time to see an unexpected face. Too bad she didn’t recall what Sandy said to her just two days ago about Margo and her obsessive jealousy…..


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Amy Michelle Wiley 11/01/05
That's the end? I was waiting for something unexpected to happen, was dissapointed when it didn't. Good start, though! :-)
Jan Ackerson 11/02/05
It's a very moody piece, that's for sure! I needed more of a back story to fully understand what was going on.
Good job at capturing an atmosphere of peril.