It was as if un-roasted, coarsely-ground peppercorns clawed down his throat.
“Er—erm,”
The future father-in-law’s gold-rimmed eyes popped, seeking weakness. Schadenfreude.
“Wow, intense shiraz!”
This is my entry for day 3 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction 2020 competition. Today’s prompt: intense. Learn more on their website or on Twitter.
