Hi, I thought I could write something comical for this Flash Fiction Friday.
Marvin held his wife Gina in his arms as they dance to the ballad played by the band the band on stage. They moved together, in sync, allowing the music consume their soul together. He had forgotten what it was like to hold his woman to a slow song, but she felt very nice and comforting.
“I love the way you hold me,” Gina looked up and smiled.
Marvin turned his head to her and gave an odd look. He didn’t respond, and Gina wondered why he had that expression.
“Marvin, something wrong?”
Marvin’s face grimaced when he replied. “Yeah, someone farted.”
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