June drabbles - 15
They stood round the counter drinking wine, discussing beer. “Porters are good.” One listed all the local brews while the other compared them with nationals, a language of their own. Then strangers arrived and talked of smooth and smoky, spicy and strong. They meant the wine; it has its own words too. They drink. I drive.
Wine-tasting tour; of course, they insulted my driving all the way. You could get an elephant into that gap, or a train, but I’m okay.
We ended at a farm with fresh-roasted coffee as well as wine. Another language, and it’s mine this time.
Wine-tasting tour; of course, they insulted my driving all the way. You could get an elephant into that gap, or a train, but I’m okay.
We ended at a farm with fresh-roasted coffee as well as wine. Another language, and it’s mine this time.
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