Small Things

Jonquils

I came home from the city tonight.

Leaving the disco to the kids I was bound for the familiar smell of home; the slight sniff of sea air, something that may have been cooked for tea, and mum's laundry powder. All the things that make walking through the doors of home so...homely.

But Jonquils, I've discovered, shatter this serenity with a stench of highly pungent proportions. Fair cop, they're a pretty little thing, but diggity damn they stink like a musky fat woman running for the bus.

In short, I quickly transported said flowers outdoors.

Jonquils.

I name thee 'enemy'.