Catch a Falling Star
“How long did he lay there before they found him?”
Wynn surveyed the shelves on aisle three and listened to the excited chatter at the front of the store. He found the potted meat and scooped three cans into his basket.
“About a week,” one of them said.
“Guess it was the smell that gave him away?”
“I imagine so. That poor man started wasting away three years ago, though. Don’t have to be dead to decompose . . .”