Smelling really badly

He sank down into a squat or crouch that you see in photos of poverty or disasters in third world countries.

His head sank below his knees, looking for relief from it, he realized that either he chose, perhaps instinctively?, a Spot previously visited by another creature or he himself He might or did|does at that very crouch with his head down “there” discovered that he stank like an old man with incontinence.

He’d worked on a farm and this moment, for it was that a moment a moment to sink down into some kind of relief, reminded of that the somewhat sourness the acidic but musty as if the urine had had time to age in a sock drawer.

He stood worried about how to about when and how to when how long would getting home to shower shave and replace clothes, he gagged as though the smell had risen from below but he didn’t want to but did then argued that it couldn’t be he his skin stank as if (again, it’s often to always as if) he was an alcoholic and his body to get rid of the poison exuded this rank odor through each of his pores.

Couldn’t bear the thought of affecting anyone else so taxi or bus no couldn’t bear the thought as though thinking has anything to do with it. He anxiously began to sweat more. He was trailing(?) no the smell his smell left an evil lingering repellent odor behind causing nursemaids|nannies to vomit into strollers and children under their care.

He did not live near where he crouched for relief and he’d not reached that place before this revelation was visited upon him. So he walked, baking in the heat for , of course, this happened mid-summer during perfect beach surfing weather. You could hear ukuleles in the background of the video made by one of the no sense of smell nannies who was trailing him have guessed that he was the agent of the previously mentioned vomiting into 2 year old eyes. Yes it all was very disturbing.

This nanny with no sense of smell?, June, that’s her name — June.

June is following the smelling man and he’s smelling worse due to the lovely weather and he’s walking away from relief home.

June does not know what else to do so she took a selfie of herself following him a tricky one to get Mr Smelly and June in focus in the same image — perhaps she fudged a bit? She only shared it online to friends anonymously.

We do not know as we can only tell the story corroborated by the main players.

He had had no idea how badly he reeked until he knew. Once he discovered|knew, this was knowledge that could not be shaken as a thought it grew as a seed from the crouch into a giant stock inside and now his nose has become perhaps uncertain but seems overly sensitive. Everything he passes, everyone he passes smells some things (trees) smell in ways he’d never sensed before, some good some less so. The world of scent was suddenly opened as if he has been blind in the same way as June but less so. This experience the series of steps each step a new experience slowed his progress(?) home away from relief. He was anxious (did not help his odor glands) wanted to get home soak in the tub salts and bubbles scented soap and pumice to scrape whatever might be on the outside and sensed by those unlike June who was still step by step following in his wake.

He was becoming more toxic as he walked bicyclists were toppling over as they passed going against his direction, car tires popped and some with open windows careened into poles or barely stopping before, just, hitting something, someone.
Remarkably June kept up kept him in sight.

Desperate as though a full bladder about to burst he fumbles the key to the slams the door and races upstairs into the bathroom does not unclothe turns on the hot and jumps under the shower.

Later that evening he and June make love. He is clean but she wouldn’t know. He didn’t notice her in his distress. After the first shower he stripped off his clothes and scrubs again. Naked he takes all his clothes closets drawers sounds like it could be a lot but one load bleached so now splotched clean no way he or they (the clothes) could smell bad and now dressed he notices June in the open doorway, she had seen him up and downstairs naked in frantic damp dripping agony. She saw the social panic on his face and the muscles in his back how his legs skipstepped up and tumbled down loaded with clothes, so she knew what kind of a man he was, saw his habits and in, at first, a mothering sort of way felt sympathy for him.

Then something more.

His relief to be clean and self-consciously smelling himself was clean with clear eyes could look and what he saw was June and June smiled reached out he took the hand offered and cried into a mutual hug.

He made dinner he thought he might be in love.
He was mistaken he was in relief.
He never saw her again.