Fortune smeller

Outside the chubby lavender villa, there was this reddish guy admiring the «On sale» board. He would press a cotton handkerchief on his nose from time to time until he wheezed like an old toy and entered the house.

Inside, an smell to old decaying money was beginning to stench. Enrico placed his hand on the stairs rail and reacted immediately. He had left his hand in a negative imprinted mark. He took off the handkerchief again and cleaned his hands.

Upstairs, there was this room with beautiful birds painted all over the walls and furniture. A tiny fat prune was looking at him with a lot of interest from the bed.
—How do you find the house Mr. Gallo?
—Big and well by the side of the highway. I can’t pay more than what I told you by the phone…Misses Loretta
—That’s ok lad. Nobody is buying anyway.
—May I ask why?
—Once you start talking to the folks you’ll know. Just… No, never mind. Saint John’s wort on the garden will take care of it

A month later, that bed was gone and Misses Loretta would be living in the nearest town’s retirement house whilst what had once been her kitchen oozed bacon and crispy bread smells. Enrico had opened an italo-dutch restaurant. His Flammkuchen would attract lots of flies with cameras hanging from their necks… Until last week. He had no idea what had happened since everything was the same. The same garden… That had changed a little. He had needed space for culinary herbs and he had decided thus, to cut off some of the patches with Saint John’s wort. Besides, the pretty girl in the green apron by the gas station’s seven eleven, had liked sunflowers. She was a lovely creature of blue eyes and a name as blue as they were.

A week later, Azure called the police. Enrico had forgotten to call her for a whole week not to say the least, he had left her alone on their date! Worst, some tourists had complained they had gone to enjoy his famous flammkuchen.

The first thing the three policemen noticed was the sulphur smell. The whole house smelled like the devil. The second was the atmosphere. Inside, there was an aquarium of light. There were butterflies dancing or swimming in that light, gravitationless kingyos in a fish bowl. The three men jumped at the same time, with a better synchronization than any Korean band could ever achieve. At the edge of the stairs, Mr. Gallo looked at them, amused.

The only policeman without crows feet started to run towards him when the oldest senior, caught his arm.

—Are you all right sir? Someone reported you missing after a week of a closed restaurant — The youngest man couldn’t help asking.
— Don’t you see he is alive and well — whispered the officer holding his arm and trying to drag him downstairs.

—Indeed, I’m fine. That bloody herb smells like heaven and I’m allergic to it. Get closer good men, I’d like to shake your hands to congratulate you in your good job.
The thin young policeman tried to get up there, but the old man; brazenly resorted to grab his arm and run stairs down and out of the villa. The other one did the same. They ran until they were
The youngest men in uniform protested by getting off the old one’s grip.

—What the heck is wrong with you two?
—Didn’t you see his shadow? — asked the one who hadn’t participated as much as fleeing too. — ¡he had had horns and a tail! He sure made his fortune.