The red wine was warm, sweet and sickly.
Not to his taste at all, although he pretended to enjoy it. He smiled at his companion after taking another sip. He liked this part of the chase; the teasing. He knew he would be quenching his real thirst very shortly.
This is my first attempt at writing a piece of flash fiction for Red’s Flash in the Pan challenge. The limit for this particular challenge, Wine, is fifty words. I just about made it with 49.
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