Fart in the Shower

I could see the steam rise from the depths of the toilet floor and into the air above me. Some of the more persistent ones stuck about my head, refusing to go away till I blew on them, after which they moved aside like cars on a crowded highway move aside for a lighted ambulance.

As the hot water made its way down my body, it undid the knots of tension, and I let out a quiet moan, followed by a silent fart.

The smell made its way up, riding on the waves of steam rising from below. Some hooked onto the persistent wisps of steam that surrounded my head.

And I smiled.

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