Francine knew everything about expensive wine. Paul had taught her, patiently, lovingly. She would never forget the first time he took her to meet his family. His sister insisted on taking her shopping for a new dress to wear to their engagement party. Francine felt so loved, so accepted, so incredibly secure in the knowledge that her beloved came from a fine family. What a good life they had until painting began to consume all of Paul’s time.
What was he thinking? She had never been a blond. Francine mused as she decanted every last bottle into the punch bowl.
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Honie Briggs 
Yes, but did she put the bowl in the ice or the ice in the bowl? Wonderfully done.
Francine couldn’t be cruel to the wine! HA! Thanks Val.
Dear Honie,
Paul’s not very careful, is he? Reminds me a little of Mr. Holland’s Opus when he became enamored with Rowena. Nicely written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Oh, that is an excellent comparison. Some tart convinces Paul to run off to Paris with her. Tarts!
Honie, Very amusing and I love your story! Hope the wine in the punch was VERY expensive. Good job and good for Mrs. Cheatingratbastard too! Nan
The most expensive sangria around. I think about $150 a glass. HA!
This painting brought out some great Friday Fictioneers. I got a big kick out of yours, Honie. Great last line. 🙂
It did bring out some great stories this week. I’m still trying to get around to reading them all. Thanks for reading, Maddie.
Good story and very descriptive. I hope she doesn’t try to get revenge by drinking all that herself.
It would be bad to have a broken heart AND a whopping hangover.
Ah, sweet revenge. I wonder if he’ll notice?
Something tells me he will.
I like 🙂
Thanks Meeks.
I’ll have a glass of that…. lovely bitter sweet concotion. Well done.
Oh the brutal brew of the broken hearted.
Love it!
😉
Poor Francine. And what a way to treat the best wines. Revenge?
Sweet revenge. I suppose it could be worse. Paul could have collected Italian sports cars.
This guy’s last name wasn’t Gaugin by any chance, was it? (hee-hee-hee!) I know things would have gotten REALLY wild then.
Fine narrative and sealed with a good jolt of life’s orange bitters.
HA! No, I think Cheatingratbastard is this Paul’s last name. He could be French, though.
Hahahaha! Good one!
Ha! We have a rat bastard in common this week. 😉
Bittersweet indeed! I think you’ve written to all the bitter hearts out there today. Great short piece though.
Happy Valentine’s Day! 😉
eLPy
Thanks! Bitter Hearts Day. There might be a greeting card business in that holiday. 🙂
I’m thinking so!