100WC

The smell had become unbearable. It was like a million small knives were stabbing into my nose, making me dizzy and delusional. Since my mum had no sense of smell she kept dismissing me denying the stench. One night I couldn't take it anymore so I flung myself out of my bed in search of its source. I crept around the dim house, careful not to wake mum. I checked the laundry and then I saw it. A small dirty baby sat abandoned in a car seat. Her limbs and features were icicles. The baby had been dead for days.