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After a long period of time, there was an awful stench  in the garage.
After ceaseless investigations, we were clueless of  the origin of stink.

It smelt like dead mice, but there was no sign of any.
It smelt like gas, and we feared there might be a leak.

The Gas Utility came out; but found no sign of leakage.
Though we felt safer, I worried as the smell grew worse.

Some time ago, we discontinued using our second vehicle.
After some time, one day I pushed the vehicle into the driveway.

I do not remember the reason I moved it;
but it had nothing to do with the odor.

The vehicle was a very popular one;
The best selling  SUV at one time.

We also grew older and decided that one vehicle would suffice.
So we dropped the insurance,  ‘non-opted it’, and parked it in the garage.

Currently, it’s still a good and desirable vehicle.
But it was the choice of my wife; not mine

Notwithstanding, I was surprisingly pleased with it.
It became aged and began to wear with costly repairs.

One day I walked past the SUV as it sat in the driveway.
You guessed it. I smelt the same stink that was inside the garage.

The riddle was solved; the mystery was resolved; I found Mr. Stink.
He was in the radiator; I flushed and ran him out; he was forever gone.
09242016 PS Contest, Stink, Anthony Slausen

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