Reminiscence

I was crossing a winery after a long time… A flashback came to mind…

Uncle Brad’s cellar… nimble furtive steps… The shorter boy watching the door… The taller girl reaching for as many bottles as she could hold…. Gleeful chuckles… A horrendous crash of bottles a few steps from the door… panic…

Uncle Brad didn’t punish me or my younger brother. In fact he was so amused that he offered us one of his best wines for tasting – our first ever.

But he told mother too and the dose we got from her tasted very different; wasn’t our first either.

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100 words for Madison’s Friday Prompt:

Grapevines