Post by luca on May 2, 2013 14:45:12 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable]  tell me all the things that i want to hear There was something delicious in the air that day. Sun shining bright, the incoming summer just a gentle seabreeze away. And sales. Tasty tasty sales. Everyone knew that there was nothing that went better with a nice warm day than a cool bottle of sweet wine. It was how Luca had spent his morning, chewing his breakfast at the patio erected in the center of his glorious vineyard. No worries or cares, no company beyond the chittering spring birds and the gentle hush as the wind blew through the crops. A paradise that people envied, even dreamed of! And yet, despite such illustrous fantasies, never experienced for themselves, despite it being at their own back door. There were many, Luca suspected, who would even pay for such an experience. The vintner made himself presentable in every way possible, showering and shaving before dressing in a slim tan suit. He'd assemble a small crate of wines, some bitter and some sweet, a red and a white for those who prefered either kind. Because it was hard for potential customers to come out and experience wine country for themselves, wine country would have to get up and come right to their doorstep! With a broad grin and a blushing disposition, Luca made his way by foot into town, ready to charm the pants off of these townspeople. Unless they were women. Then the opportunity itself would retreat out the door faster than you could say chardonnay. It was the third awkward sputter of the day. Really, he should have made himself a general gender road map to navigate this village before venturing out. Luca had walked into the quaint bakery all smiles and pleasantries, already prepared with a short speech about how good food and drink had to go hand and hand. So did wits and salesmanship, but Luca was desperately lacking in the former, particularly so in the presence of females. The kind rose-haired proprietor was quite gracious when she saw him, only to find the young man scrambling backwards towards the exit. Which, initially, he pushed instead of pulling, forcing his weight into the door only to be denied escape. With a shrill whine, he scrambled to grasp the handle, manuevering his wares in his other arm, and rushed out into the sunny streets. The pleasant little doorchime mocked him from behind. His tanned complexion had already turned bright crimson, burning throughout his entire body. Already he could feel his lymph nodes throbbing in his neck, his tongue swelling. Lungs heaving as his legs worked to carry him as far away from that terribly nice lady as possible. World spinning, throat burning, two suns twirling... And his two left feet suddenly giving way beneath him. Luca, unable to catch himself fast enough, collapsed against the cobble stone street, buried face first in his horrifying shame. He could hardly bring his stinging face to grimace as he heard the sound of his wine bottles dropping. Some withstood the fall and rolled about towards the curb. Others broke outright, shattering into dozens upon hundreds of pieces and soiling the pavement with crimson vintages. He could feel something, wine or blood, staining his khaki trousers. Whichever it was, Luca was certain it was shame. WORDS: 541 TAGS: robyn! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND |
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