Friendly Neighborhood Cook Out

Honestly, I thought he only needed air-freshener. I never realized that he needed a sentence, a watch, several prison bars, and a trip to court, let alone a trial. It came as a shock to the whole neighborhood when the cops showed up on the street, sirens blaring and lights flashing.

Mind you, our street has seen better days. Way back when, people came here to retire, to own homes for the first time, not to lose their lives. Our neighbor didn't cause us no trouble, before, at least. We thought nothing of it when he invited us over for a barbecue.

Sure, the smell messed with our appetites, but we thought he was just a bad cook.

We thought she had just left on vacation. No, none of us have seen the body. But we know it smells like sausage.