Flash-fiction…33 words or less…
Based on a true story. Late one night, as I trudged the two kilometres to the bus stop, a distinctive smell of curry wafted past.
The following morning, my colleagues told me the story behind this…
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What a hoot!
Wow, this was a bit creepy and still mysterious as to where that curry smell did come from?? 🙂 And what, you didn’t investigate, Eric? 🙂 xx
I was 17 then and ghost hunting was not my forte…not when I had the hair in the back of my neck standing upright. LOL. Luv and peace, Eric 🙂
Okay, that makes perfect sense! 🙂
This reminds me of the times when “hobos” would cook dinner on campfires started in the corners of some cemeteries near my childhood home.
No ‘hobos’ in Singapore. Government is great when it comes to rounding up these people, give them a job or place them in a home. Quite often government tracks down the families and insist they take in these ‘hobos’ – it is their problem, not society’s. Harsh perhaps but it works.
There could be ghost ‘hobo’ but since they cannot vote….
I’ve heard that it’s a custom for some Chinese people to bring cooked food to their departed loved ones, especially on All Souls Day. This was probably around that time of year, and a huge pot of curry was left on top of the tombstone at night!
Perhaps in other countries…but in Singapore, the Chinese do not make offerings of curry. They usually offer tea, oranges and Chinese cakes.
Hence the curry in the cemetery remains a creepy mystery.
You are more creative than mere spice my buddy xx
Well, on this night perhaps my imagination did run wild. Luv and hugz, Eric 🙂
I live next door to a cemetery. Hmm, the neighbours are very quiet, and they’ve never invited us for curry!
Well, if you really want to be neighbourly Fiona,…invite them over. On second thoughts, don’t do that – not even in jest.
You are lucky to have quiet neighbours…many people yearn for such peace. (Pun unintended)
Are you going to leave us hanging or tell us what your colleague told you about the curry?!!! LOL. What a wierd scent to emanate near a cemetary. May be wafted from a house nearby the place? Curry can be a strong scent. I put it in a chicken divan recipe.
It is a subject for a follow up post. And yes, it was weird…
P/S: Posted a comment on your post about gecko. In case it did not come through > How we treat the least shows the best about us, I reckon. Peace, Eric 🙂
Now I’m good and creeped out! I wonder what’s in the curry??? Hmmmm?
Now that’s a thought!
Many years ago, a hawker in Singapore killed and actually cooked his victim in curry. People wondered whether he served his customers with this specialty…Urrrgh! It made sensational headlines and for sometime, people gave that hawker centre a wide berth.
No doubt! Now I’m REALLY creeped out! *shivers*
Well don’t know about curry but we had a ghost In a house we lived in who smelled of B.O. – and before you say it, no it wasn’t me. 🙂
Well Dennis, for LOL – I thought I’ve heard it all 🙂
I suppose what it needs is soap pellets – not silver bullets…
I’ve nominated you for the Kreativ Blogger Award: http://spirativity.co.uk/2012/06/01/the-kreativ-blogger-in-i/
The comments I post in your blog end up in spam I reckon, Anyway here it is:
Congratulations on gaining this recognition from fellow bloggers. Thank you also for forwarding the award to me. Much appreciate it. Happy blogging 🙂
Happy Blogging to you also Eric! I can confirm however, I didn’t recieve any of your comments, not even in spam. Well, keep up the great work!
Thank you for updating that you’ve since retrieved the comment from your spam. Oh well, seems like WP gnomes are overworking themselves.
Haha, indeed! Thanks again!
thrilling mystique behind …but truth is sometimes unseen…strange things are a part of our life..some have an explanationor logic behind…others don’t,still they are true! shall wait for your story behind this..
Unfortunately there isn’t a Mechanic Leigh type ‘trip over the root’ logic behind this.
This one is a little baffling…shall write and load it into the queue.
that must have been creepy!
Yes, got the hair straining at the back of my neck…
you were brave, i will never walk on a path like that without someone with me 🙂
nice one. Is there really a story behind this?
Thank you and yes, I plan to post the story – perhaps in the not too distant future 🙂
What a strange twist at the end…perfect!
The worst punchline is one that fizzles out before landing…so far so good…but hey, I’m still young 🙂
Maybe the ghost might be having a curry party. But what a tempting irrestible smell, as long as we are not the supper…eeech….
Yay for curry parties…gals, guys and ghouls welcome….
In suspense. So was it the mortician cooking his dinner- or perhaps aroma from a nearby home? Please, oh please don’t tell me it was actually NOT from the cemetary!
Mortician in a cemetery? Homes near a cemetery?
Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!
P/s left a comment in your post > why some are optimists
Well now as a curry lover myself I’m surprise you didn’t go in and look for the source of that wonderful aroma. LOL
Ian, I burst out laughing when I read your comment. Thank you for a wonderful start to the week…I was feeling the Monday blues but not anymore 🙂
“… the path pith dark…”
Not pitch dark’?
Always in poetry to find typos, difficult it is. Meaning multifaceted is!
Thank you – problem fixed.
God I am certainly not…mistakes he too made…when man he created 🙂
Was certainly not meant as criticism. I’m cursed with the ability to spot typos. PS I’m not god either, as you say, everyone makes mistakes: the way I see it, the trick is to help each other.
I did not take it as criticism – I viewed it as well-intentioned help and thank you. The ability to spot typos is not a curse, it is a gift, I reckon. When used with a touch of sensitivity, people will, like me, truly appreciate you for it. Thank you once again, Eric 🙂
I’d quicken my steps walking by a cemetery at night, too!
It is interesting how many pick up their steps when walking past a cemetery 🙂
OMG You mean even the ghosts have started eating curries 😯
that is scary
Perhaps blood does get boring after a time…ah, the variety of spice 🙂