for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Fluid.
I have waited so long for this moment.
Now, you lie before me on a stone slab, weeping in the glow of a roaring fire.
My knife is poised, I lower it, I draw the silver blade slowly across your moist skin and slice into your veins.
My body quivers with excitement as the warm crimson fluid trickles into a sparkling crystal vessel.
I am ready.
Blue Dolcelatte cheese, warm focaccia bread and Molino di Grace Chianti Classico 2004. Have I died and gone to heaven?
Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.