jimycooper
12-26-2009, 06:03 PM
jerry was obsessed, not addicted, obsessed. There was a specialist wine shop a few blocks away, and from spending vast quantities of time in the shop, he had soon befriended the owner. Jerry had been out for a jog on a Saturday morning (his second greatest pleasure) and after a coffee decided to pop to the shop, and maybe get himself a little something, as a treat.
On entrance, jerry took in the warm smell of vine he had grown to love. There where more people in the shop than usual. Jerry thought about this and put it down to the lovely day. As he looked over the different vines, some he predicted the presence of. Something caught the man's eye. Jerry couldn't believe what had been seen. It was a dusty '92 Roc de Lussac. He felt his heart skip a beat, his stomach flutter. Jerry reminisced about the last time he had seen this particular bottle. He picked it up, and had a smell...
It was eight years ago on Christmas day, and the previous week he had read in 'wine weekly' he had seen an article saying that the '92 Roc de Lussac, was ready for drinking. This had coincidently been perfect as it fell into him drinking the bottle, that he had kept as his prise possession for nine years. Jerry had been retrieving his bottle from the cellar, he opened it up and sniffed the fine wine, shut his eyes, and in that moment, he had reached bliss. A slip second after this so called bliss, the bottle fell from his grasp. Jerry was distraught, he had been saving this for nine years and in that moment he seriously contemplated killing his wife. Jerry didn't get over it for at least two weeks and it had serious consequences on his social life, in ways that we need not go into.
As Jerry's anecdote came to a conclusion, he looked up from the bottle he realised that for the last 4 minutes or so, the whole human content of the shop had had their eyes fixated him. Embarrassment set in, and sure enough Jerry turned red, a similar colour to the '92 Roc de Lussac as it happens.
Jerry was obsessed, not addicted, obsessed.
any comments are welcome, my first story
On entrance, jerry took in the warm smell of vine he had grown to love. There where more people in the shop than usual. Jerry thought about this and put it down to the lovely day. As he looked over the different vines, some he predicted the presence of. Something caught the man's eye. Jerry couldn't believe what had been seen. It was a dusty '92 Roc de Lussac. He felt his heart skip a beat, his stomach flutter. Jerry reminisced about the last time he had seen this particular bottle. He picked it up, and had a smell...
It was eight years ago on Christmas day, and the previous week he had read in 'wine weekly' he had seen an article saying that the '92 Roc de Lussac, was ready for drinking. This had coincidently been perfect as it fell into him drinking the bottle, that he had kept as his prise possession for nine years. Jerry had been retrieving his bottle from the cellar, he opened it up and sniffed the fine wine, shut his eyes, and in that moment, he had reached bliss. A slip second after this so called bliss, the bottle fell from his grasp. Jerry was distraught, he had been saving this for nine years and in that moment he seriously contemplated killing his wife. Jerry didn't get over it for at least two weeks and it had serious consequences on his social life, in ways that we need not go into.
As Jerry's anecdote came to a conclusion, he looked up from the bottle he realised that for the last 4 minutes or so, the whole human content of the shop had had their eyes fixated him. Embarrassment set in, and sure enough Jerry turned red, a similar colour to the '92 Roc de Lussac as it happens.
Jerry was obsessed, not addicted, obsessed.
any comments are welcome, my first story