As Jean walked trough the unclear mud covered battlegrounds of the perspiring soldiers he could tell he wasn’t walking through mud he was walking through an
inch thick of sewage and human waste. He could smell something but he didn’t know what it was, yet it was the most intoxicating fragrance, one that you would not normally find in a army barrack and it did not smell like the normal; shoe polish, hot leather and rancid clothing that you would normally find in the Rue De Mars. He could smell ascent that was unique. The sergeant of the barracks had just walked through the private gardens. So Jean ran rapidly into the hedges that had a scent of fresh basil and mint.
The time flew by from eight o’clock to ten o’clock and from where he was standing he could just see the canopy of the Bois de Boulogne on the horizon Jean was still waiting until the coast was clear until he decided to see where the smell came from. He leapt out of the bush and crossed the private gardens like a sleepwalker in the night, following his nose’s guidance like a dog searching for a fox. He quickly sprinted into the soldiers quarters were his nose took him. He crept up on the victim, under his covers he was under, and pulled the covers off quicker than lighting and with his dagger in the air ready to kill the vibrer, he was shocked to find it was a dead dog that had been rotting in the bed for more than a couple of weeks. He ran out of the crumbly building, as fast as he could and sat on the riverbank looking at the dead ducks under the frozen river, which smelt like rotten corpse and looked back on the barracks in the bitter wind and saw the soldiers running out of the sweaty construction of what they called a barrack, as they saw what he just witnessed. He unhurriedly made his way across the frozen river, which almost made him sick, he made his way through the back streets of the great city of Paris heading towards the Pigalle where he picked up the smell of decayed animals as he pulled out another unique smell out of the atmosphere, he went and followed the trace, through the alleys where the most dreadful diseases were found from peoples decomposing faeces and mouldy bodily fluids that individuals have thrown out of their maisons that has formed a river of disgusting sewage that lead into the great river Seine. He ended up outside of a old house that looked like it had been bombed and set alight because he could smell the ash and could feel the broken glass as he looked up he could she a young woman revealing herself to the area called the red light district in a way of making money for herself. He could smell a scent of disgusting fish heads where ever he went and also he could smell the dirty smell of tramps that haven’t had a bath in their life span, and people who live in poverty. He quickly darted off as his head was being filled with confusion he wondered why such a beautiful smell would be doing in the most horrible place in Paris. He put his hands through his hair in despair as he was nearly going mad trying to search for the one smell he had been searching for, for twelve years.
He then went to Rue de temple because he had a funny feeling inside like butterflies. He walked past the large acorn trees that had no leaves on which looked like they have been striped, the trees were giving off vibrant smells that attached to you whilst walking past, for a change the area smelt clean and untouched almost like no ones been here before. He walked up to an imposing palace, which had clean windows that smelt like they had been polished everyday. The smell was so nice it unblocked my nose from the fowl smells of the putrid main centre of Paris. He crept as quiet as a bug into the kitchen where he could smell the overwhelming scent of fresh baguette and an ecstasy of a fresh pot of coffee with chocolat. He walked into the main reception and to his surprise he couldn’t find the smell he wanted, he thought that these were the nicest smells he has ever smelt but it wasn’t good enough he ran out of the gigantic house sniffing all the smells as he left and sat down on one of the path benches and put his fingers to his temples to think where else he could go when a gust of wind came across his path and in it a smell that he ad never smelt before and he looked up to heaven and thanked the lord and to his surprise he took a leaf of the honeysuckle tree and smelt the gorgeous perfume that was out of this world and into his hand, at last. He then shouted with his arms out wide my twelve-year search has ended, and then he could feel a shadowy character casting over behind him with a machete knife and with one sharp swing the knife pieced the air and the man ………………
The End
