Halloween Flash Fiction–The Angel
Lady Flatulence loved a good bean casserole. ‘Twas often an unrequited love.
Tonight, she glided down the gilded staircase, ensconced in her Halloween costume. Dressed, unlikely, as an angel. The outfit begged onlookers to take up the practice of suspended disbelief.
Lord Odiferous stood. Turned to their guests. “She blew me away at dinner.” Then, sotto voce, “as always.” And back to the audience. “Now, she blows me away at dessert.”
“I shan’t go trick-or-treating this night,” Lady Flatulence said. “The casserole wants to come with me.”
“But m’lady,” Lord Odiferous rebutted, “you’re the fairest angel of them all.”
She blushed. “Oh, dear, you’re too kind. I feel the wind beneath my wings.”
“Evacuate!” the Lord announced to the gathering throng. “But not you, m’lady. Please.”
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Apologies. It’s a bit windy here a couple days before Halloween, and it inspired me in all the wrong ways. Believe it or not, I have to fill my car with gas now, so the situation could worsen before it gets better.