Issue 16
Toss
Wayne Scheer
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Enjoying Wine
Slivers of cheese, dollops of berries and crusts of bread were carefully arranged in front of Max and his wife. He turned and whispered, "For this we paid twenty bucks?"
"Shhh."
Six wine glasses and a water glass adorned each setting. "Now we're getting
somewhere," Max said, rubbing his hands together.
A balding man in a starched white shirt praised the wines to be tasted and
droned on about the soil conditions of a particular French province.
After the first bottles were poured, Max watched the man across from him
sniff, sip, and slosh the liquid from cheek to cheek. He described the
"oaky" texture with a hint of pine nut. "Outdoorsy, yet comfortable."
"For crying out loud," Max said, as he tossed back the small amount of wine
in a single swallow. "But this is good wine. I have to admit."
In fact, Max liked the wine so much, he pecked his wife on her cheek and
excused himself. He walked to the bar, ordered a bottle and a veal chop and
enjoyed himself thoroughly as the others continued sniffing and sipping.
~Wayne Scheer
After teaching writing and literature in college for twenty-five years,
Wayne Scheer recently retired to follow his own advice and write. Email.
© 2004 by Wayne Scheer. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2004 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.