Friday, August 24, 2007

55 Fiction Friday: Don Ho edition

Friday feels the fizzy.

How did they work, exactly: the tiny bubbles in the wine. Somehow the effervescence acted as some kind of social lubricant, increasing friendliness, forbearance, and frivolity. The distinctive pop of the bottle was a clear signal – like a checkered flag lowering – that good times were starting. She took a sip and felt her shoulders drop.

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