Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Entry #114

Remembering Wine
by Gargi Bendre


He heard the opening and closing of the door. He took one quick look at the mirror. Satisfied at what he saw he went into the kitchen. He was wearing a shirt she had gifted him. He wondered if she would remember.

Now a year after her accident she still couldn’t remember her own children. Let alone her husband. Everyday was a struggle. He took her to places he had visited, showed her videos of the family. Nothing worked.

Today he decided to do something different. He poured her favourite glass of wine. As she looked at him she stopped in her tracks. Is “It the shirt?” he asked. I don’t know. It pained her to see the love in his eyes that she could not return.

He gave her the glass saying you love wine. He never spoke in the past tense even if she didn’t remember. “Take a sip”. Don’t think too much. Its just wine. She swirled the red liquid round and round as though hypnotized. And took a sip. It was so sudden. There was a flash and there he was. In her mind. She felt him. How is it? Its warm pointing to her throat.

He walked up to her and kissed her chin, her throat, the hollow of her neck…

He stood there with the glass of wine. She left the room. He emptied the contents in the basin and watched as the red liquid swirled round and round…

20 comments:

Laurel said...

Really romantic, sad take on the "truth in wine" concept. I love the notion that he gives her the wine to make her remember, not forget.

Romantic and sad.

Sarah Laurenson said...

A poignant story. Love the take on the theme.

A little choppy in the flow, but otherwise well done.

laughingwolf said...

what laurel said...

TinTin said...

very good.. Very beautifully woven..

Catvibe said...

There were some really nice parts in this piece. Loved the red swirling in the glass, than later in the sink. Sad...

JR's Thumbprints said...

Some people drink to forget; other folks want people to drink so they'll talk. In this flash, it's the latter.

The Preacherman said...

Wine to remember? I need a bottle of that ;-)

Sad but nice one old bean


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Karen said...

Nice take on the theme -- a different look at the effects of the wine. Nice unity in the swirling wine.

nair said...

the swirling wine reminded me of hitchcock's imagery.. somehow! i like it, its beautiful and sad...

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Aniket said...

Had she remembered everything after drinking the wine, I would have been so disappointed. But this had the perfect ending to a sad piece.

I liked the intention and the idea behind the plot.

Amanda F. said...

Although I really enjoyed the concept behind this story, I felt like the flow of the story was a bit on the choppy side. That aside, it was well presented: sad, careful, and loving.

Ranee Kaur Banerjee said...

Different. Sad. Left a strange aftertaste for me. I feel bad for both of them.

BernardL said...

Life is not always a box of chocolates.

pjd said...

Nothing to say except to echo what's been said before. Heed Amanda F's advice.

Chris Eldin said...

Sad, but had a ring of truth to it.

JaneyV said...

Heartbreaking really. I love that even after a year of not a glimmer of recognition, your character is still trying everything. This to me is a mark of true love and it makes the story all the more poignant.

September said...

So sad. But perhaps a glimmer of hope - a flash of remembrance? I wasn't sure if she remembered or not. Lovely. Nice work.

jason evans said...

I hope he can hold to that glimmer for a long time. Poignant.

High marks for pacing and entertainment.

Jaye Wells said...

Amnesia stories are hard to pull off, but you did it well. Kudos for not forcing a sappy, happy ending. Great job!