You sat on the sofa as your dad sat down beside you, angling his ass onto your knee and erupting a large rotten emission from his denimed ass. He slowly walked to the fridge and put both in the microwave. You chose both by the end knowing either way you’d be smelling something bad. You were drawn between the options knowing that you’d be smelling awful continuous gas either way. One of them said it gave him some gas and shit which well I’m not that bad…but you never know?!?’
‘So I either have some left-over curry or a spinach pie made by the other dad’s. He looked at you as he strolled through the right door to the living room. He let one rip which filtered your face and sinuses with a small scent of skunk-like thickness. It was like I was used to tainted air smelling of onions and spinach.
The holidays had brought me back to my dad having been underneath a sweaty ass of a teacher for about 6 months.
