Elisabeth Anne Greta Linnley, who we’ll just call Greta because we’re her dear old friends, sat in the middle of the guests gathered at the long French country-style dining table and stared at the deep crimson pool of her red wine. The nuanced liquid relaxed her. She saw something in its varied colors that she couldn’t immediately identify…
What was there? She almost had it. It was as though she could believe more in the contents of her own soul if they existed inside a wine glass rather than inside herself. Of course, everytime she sipped, she realized that the wine hardly did herself justice, as she would be much more finely aged.
She surprised herself. It was wonderful and terrible that she wasn’t listening, and more so still that she wasn’t even pretending to listen, to the eloquent conversation of the people sitting around her. What could possibly allow her to abandon her self-consciousness, but for a moment, and commit such a heinous social felony? Well, fortunately I am in a position to tell you. In fact, she was thinking back to the time when she had last felt incompetent.
It had been awhile ago, almost 5 years. It was when she had parted with her last lover, who had been nothing short of a spiritual leech…
To follow Greta into her drunken reminiscence, click here. But be careful!
To see her ex’s Facebook page, take another sip of absinthe.
