Borborygmus

Flash fiction

Alex Godley
The Lark Publication

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Photo by Alexandr Podvalny on Unsplash

It was love at first sound.

We were the only two left in the waiting room of the doctor’s clinic. The receptionist had gone home early, and it was as quiet as an empty concert hall. Quiet, that is, until a peculiar sound reverberated around the room.

“Pardon?” I said, looking up from my phone.

“Huh?” replied the twenty-something year old woman sitting opposite me.

“Oh, I thought you said something,” I said.

“No, sorry,” she said as her milky-white cheeks started turning red, “I think it was my stomach growling.”

She wrapped her arms around her waist as if to stop any more sound from coming out.

I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. She had wavy, golden-blonde hair and brown eyes. She wore a simple white floral dress with flat-soled slides on her feet.

“No need to be sorry,” I said to alleviate her embarrassment, “I’m Ben by the way.”

“Ana,” she said with the cutest smile.

Her voice was as sweet as a Sunday songbird.

Then, the waiting room fell silent again.

“Grrrrrreeeeooooowwww,” said Ana’s stomach once more.

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Alex Godley
The Lark Publication

I’m a humble bard who likes to play with words and create new worlds. I also like chocolate. And cake.