Truth in Wine
The engines of the AT-6 Harvard’s flying in training maneuvers droned overhead, a reminder of the war raging half a world away. Allie ignored the sound as she leaned back against the patchwork quilt covering the hay bales. The barn was a comfortable spot for a picnic in the late autumn rain.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Brit stated softly, taking her off guard.
“You think so?” Allie challenged him as she sipped the wine he had brought so carefully on the train from the city. She thought it was too dry, but she didn’t have much to go on. She had only tasted her Granny’s sweet blackberry wine before. This was different. Real wine, with a fancy label she couldn’t read, from some place she’d never heard of. It made her head buzz pleasantly.
Brit grasped her hand and drew the glass away from her lips.
Her nerve faltered as he leaned towards her, his lips mocking her with a half smile.
He closed the distance between them and placed his lips briefly on hers. She jerked back, her teasing mood suddenly banished by awareness. For the space of a few seconds she simply stared at him.
“Do that again,” she demanded, and launched herself at him.
The crystal glass slipped from her fingers and hit the dirt floor of the barn with barely a sound. The dark red wine soaked the ground like blood.