After the Crush
The late afternoon sun filtered through the vines; early autumn was her favorite time in the vineyard. The warm, sweet scent of fruit hung in the air like temptation, the crush just past, grapes trampled into the earth – a heady aroma filled her mind with the possibilities this harvest would bring.
Buying this place had been her dream, a dream they’d shared. Now, she faced her first year alone, determined to carry on for them both. Losing him had cost her more than she believed she had to give. Picking up the pieces had taken everything that was left. This was his wine. She already knew its name: Amour Duré. Love Endures.
The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods. Her story can be found here, along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.
© Erin Leary