The sommelier wiped a stray hair away with his right hand. “Now madam, may I suggest that with the braised beef cheeks you try the ’97 Beaujolais. A light-bodied red, I think you will find the fruity acidity surprising.”
The napkin flicked out with a right-handed flourish, billowing out flat before floating to rest on the unpleasant customer’s lap. His mind wandered, remembering her annoying complaints on previous choices.
He quickly unclenched his left hand from her throat. She pitched face-first into her food.
He had made a rookie error.
He hadn’t allowed the whine to breathe.
(Word Count: 99)
My second Friday Fictioneer’s photo challenge from Rochelle’s blog (this link will take you to all the submitted stories). Unlike last week, I made sure I avoided reading any of the other stories until I had posted this one. Last week I read a few, and then struggled to think of anything other than ‘salt’ as a story idea! So, this one I did clean; untainted by the ideas of others.
That said, it was tough getting an idea that I liked. Nonetheless, I am actually really happy with how it came out. Interested to hear what you think.
Did you like it? Was it terrible? Do I need new puns? Let me know in the comments.