Neighbors Thought He Was Hoarding Old Windows, Until They Saw What He Built

The Smell

One warm evening, a strange chemical smell drifted from Frank’s yard across the street. It was sharp and bitter, nothing like grass clippings or barbecue smoke. Marcus stood on his lawn, frowning, trying to place the unfamiliar odor. “What on earth is he doing back there?” he wondered, more worried than before.