Friday, March 14, 2008

Prompt: Sassy


"Very fruit-forward," said the man at the next table. "With sassy notes of apricot."

Theodore raised an eyebrow. "Did you just call your wine sassy?"

Rachel cringed. "Theo, don’t start..."

"Listen, mister. I’ve seen a few glasses of wine in my day, and I’ve yet to have one talk back to me. Damned yuppies are all the same."

"Theo, honey, leave it be," she whispered through clenched teeth.

The man at the next table tried sheepishly to act like he didn’t hear a word.

Is this where my life’s going? Rachel wondered. She hailed the waiter for the check.

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