Smell No Evil
About a year ago, me and Devan, my brother, were driving back home after a quick stop at a Circle K. It was just a brief trip, but it was well past midnight.
On the way back home we passed by a small park that we knew existed. But it never occurred to us that it was actually there until now, as we saw a small yet bright light flickering from the corner on the opposite end from us. Before I could point out to it, Devan just immediately responded to the event with "I'm going to check out whatever the hell that is over there."
On the way there, I noticed the park was in poor shape. The grass there has been somewhat trimmed but was mostly just dirt with the yellow to brown patches. The playground was outdated, mostly gray and sad with an unintimidating chain-link fence, where the source of light was coming from. We stepped out to see what it was. We walked by the swingset with no evidence of any activity for months, if not years. After a few steps away from the playground, and we finally saw the source of light: a lone, burning trash can. Something was not right, though. It looked nothing like the rest of the bins in the park and in bad shape. We looked at our feet and saw what appeared to be human hair clippings illuminated by the fire and bare footprints in the dirt.
It finally registered.
I turned my head to Devan, "... Do you smell that?"
He looked at me with a worried expression only able to utter a weak "Smell what?"
"What the Rock is cookin'."
Credited to Cogitatus
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