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 alcohol. Another language, and it’s mine this time.
100 words
Written for genre shorties
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Comments: 31
I love both coffee and wine, so I can relate!
I enjoyed reading your story. It's very ture. Glad you were the one driving.
Anywho, great take on the Shortie! It's awesome!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
And, if you get the time, won't you come read my latest post?
Closurehasitsownreward
I'd be no good with the language of coffee, either.
Nice read,
Actually, I do like wine as well as coffee, but one of us had to be the designated driver.
Beer's the one I don't drink. They have some gluten free ones, but my son says since I never learned to drink the real thing, why bother.