“I’ll go!” Penny volunteered. She stood and carried her paper to the podium. Clearing her throat, she began to read.
“The lights were low, and the music pulsed. Stan and Beverly’s eyes locked, the most primal of urges throbbing through their veins. They eyed each other hungrily, and suddenly--“
“Penny! Excuse me!” Jim cut in. “Children are here. Is this appropriate?”
“I’m just following our theme of Frisky Flash Fiction.”
Jim face-palmed. “Friday. FRIDAY Flash Fiction!”
“Oops. No wonder the proofing group gave me funny looks. My apologies.”