Friday Fictioneers: Grapevine

I’ve missed Madison’s 100 word Friday photo prompt                                      http://madison-woods.com/2012/07/18/ for a couple of weeks but this time I’ve made it. This maybe a little dark, so I’m sorry, I don’t wish to offend. The photo seems innocent enough, but look closely, see how the tendrils can wrap around and strangle.

grapevine

Riesling

The vine, its naked now, stripped of its treasures, its small Riesling bullets. The master likes to watch while we crush them in the old way; it’s his tradition to make something special for himself. And as he watches, he finishes last year’s reserve.

It started off well, he was in good humour, but as always, it turned to bad. I thought I would die last night; drown on crushed grapes, I prayed to the Lord to take me. Grapes filled my nose, ears, eyes and mouth, while he filled me.

He doesn’t know where I emptied his night water today.

15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Grapevine

  1. Uh oh. I’m not sure I want to know where she emptied it. In any case it sounds like he deserved whatever he got. Thanks for commenting on my story.

  2. Hard to say I liked it, although I did in the writing sense. You did an excellent job of dealing with a horrible situation and not being graphic, something I appreciate, even if others like things edgier. I think implication is both more difficult and creates more feeling.

    Aside: are you at Ohio State (the “OU”)?

  3. Unfortunately, not an unusual story over the centuries. The last line made me giggle! (I guess I’m a shameless hussy, I am.) A small revenge, when big ones are out of reach.

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