The supermarket queue edged forward imperceptibly. In front, a week’s worth of groceries that just wouldn’t scan. The tired toddler in the trolley behind finished another packet of crisps. The Mum made a big thing of putting the packet, empty on the conveyor belt.
A bottle rolled forward. The child’s grizzle went up a notch. The card reader stopped working. My wine called to me. I had to quiet it. I raised it, unscrewed, lifted to my lips.
And I drank.
Then without fuss, I put the empty bottle on the conveyer belt and checked my phone for messages.
Prompt was WINE for the 100 word challenge at Thin Spiral Notebook