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Writing While Wineing

playing with prose & pinot noir

Too Soon

I run my hand back and forth atop the blades. My eyes look anywhere but the slab of granite before me.

Too Soon

I run my hand back and forth atop the blades. My eyes look anywhere but the slab of granite before me.

Just Trust Me

Two young hares, rump to rump like dueling pistols, crouched by the gate. I raised the bow carefully and pulled the arrow back tightly against my cheek.

Just Trust Me

Two young hares, rump to rump like dueling pistols, crouched by the gate. I raised the bow carefully and pulled the arrow back tightly against my cheek.

Final Moments

He watched his own blood drift down the walls in thick, sloping arcs. It seeped from his neck; flowing slower with each passing heartbeat.

Final Moments

He watched his own blood drift down the walls in thick, sloping arcs. It seeped from his neck; flowing slower with each passing heartbeat.

The Sacrifice

Without a word, she dropped to the ground. I couldn’t help but smile at how well she was taking to her training.

The Sacrifice

Without a word, she dropped to the ground. I couldn’t help but smile at how well she was taking to her training.

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