THE WINE
âHumphâ I said grumpily. What else can I say I had come to this bar hoping to get a decent cup of wine but instead I get a cheap, filthy glass of wine. I thought about all the good times I had with my family in Mexico. Oh how I wish my father had not sent me to America to get higher studies I could have stayed in Mexico and completed it or I could have looked after the vineyard. Looking at the glass of wine I thought about the vineyard in home, It produces the best wine in the whole of Mexico and its secret is that it is the 100 percent natural. Yes it may be a bit old-fashioned and traditional not at all like the ones made these days using machines. Oh how I loved working there. The sweet scent of grapes in the harvesting season. I took a deep breath half hoping to feel the fragrance of grapes but poor me all I got was a smell of sweat and filthy wine. I went back to my night dreaming [as it was night] and thought about the harvest the season of magic and festive and there used to be a competition of who collected the most grapes but then a snap of realization hit me. I understood I was only making matters worse as thinking about my family made me more homesick and then and there I became my grumpy old self.
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I enjoyed this Ariadnee because you give theÂ
reader ample detail to sympathise with theÂ
character, nice write!Â
Best wishes from Jai :)Â
Thank you
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AG
Ariadnee,
very vivid and with a whole lot of imagination and humor.Kinda reminds me of when I use to stroll, (are attempt) to school, I would instead venture by the house a block away and in the wrong direction of the school from my families house, that had the sweatiest and largest grapes you could have ever imagined, to feast on, hanging the entire length of their fence. I would consume so much of these grapes, I would not only end up with blue hands and blue mouth, my entire attire would be drenched with the color blue, not to mention a very full but bad stomach ache. So I couldnât go to school looking like one of the (blue men) and could not go back home right away, due to playing hooky from school, so I would hang out in a club house several friends had erected until school was out and then would tell my mom, that I had stopped by the fence full of grapes on the way back home. She didn't believe this for too long, thus followed me to my (grape watering hole) and letâs just say my hands, mouth and clothing wasn't the only thing that ended up blue, when I ventured in the opposite direction of school.... Oh how we donât miss the water until the well is dryâŚThe good old daysâŚ.
Great Job,
Jim
Hey JimÂ
thank you for giving me always the most inspiring comments
You are so quite welcome and honestly, you get what you give and all of your stories and poems are as such "inspiring," to all those that read them...(Good)memories never die, just as long as we keep our promise made and do our share, in their continued resurrection...
Take Care and have a wonderful Xmas,
Jim
Congrats Ariadnee :)
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WIN ARIADNEE :)
you took me back to when i was young helping my mum pick grapes a wonderfull time in my life. you had sences in your story very good keep it up.