The Spill

Somebody spilled something.
Sometime last winter someone spilled something.
Something wet and runny.
On that wintry day it trickled and seeped and oozed its way into some dark crevice where it likely froze.

It lay there dormant for the rest of the winter, unseen, lurking in the shadows.
With the returning warmth of Spring it was reawakened.
Heat and time worked their magic to give the something new power.
Still unseen but unwilling to remain unnoticed, it announced its presence.

Yep, my car smells funny.