They clinked their glasses lightly together.
“Do you remember …?”
“I know what you’re going to say, I was just thinking the same”.
Both dipped their heads remembering the heady fragrance from long ago.
“Such a perfect nose…”
“Mmm, applesweet, cinnamon…truly one of a kind.”
They sipped in unison, rolling the liquid round their tongues.
“Perfection I’d have said.”
“Indeed, full bodied.”
The held their glasses to the light.
“It was a very good year.”
“The very best.”
“Do you ever see her these days?”
“Nah, Nosferatu keeps all the best vintage for himself, selfish bleeder.”
Didn’t think I’d make Friday Fictioneers this week – been without internet for two days. Bear with a sore head simply doesn’t cover it… So it’s a quickie, before the damn connection goes down again.