Steven and Sally
Not all smells signal an imminent threat to your life, Steven said as he pushed his foot down into a large lump of shit. Sometimes, he continued, they’re exactly the way they should be. He smiled towards the sunset. Sally had been watching him longingly all evening. He turned back to look at her. She frowned and looked down in feigned disgust. Steven’s hopes were dashed. Her gaze quickly returned onto him. She raised her hand and said, do you think clouds smell like shit too? I think so, he replied. She knew right there and then, Steven was the man for her.