Hurtling down the interstate at 75 miles per hour in a black minivan, my family is headed to grandma’s house. My dad is driving, my mother riding shotgun, my brother and I sitting in the two middle seats, and my two sisters in the very back. My youngest sister, ever the trouble maker slyly grins and lets loose. The stench filled the van, as the back car seat rumbled. My brother groaned, my second sister yelped as tears came to her eyes, and I simply glared.

My father hollered to the back seat with an edge of laughter in his voice, “You broke the 11th commandment: thou shalt not fart in enclosed spaces!”

He then lowered all the windows in the van. Wind blasted me back into my seat. I gulped the clean air, and squinted my eyes shut against the torrent. The window finally was closed.

I yawned to pop my ears and as my hearing returned my brother said, “that could be considered to be the eighth deadly sin you know.”

“Yeah,” my naive second sister says, “the one that kills everybody else!”

I look down at my phone reading the writing prompt of the day, eighth deadly sin huh? Well I do know what that is.