The Vineyard

A short story. Quick read. Is it prose? i don't know.

Remembering, a time, at a vineyard where, “No. I cannot try the wine.” Yet.

Remembering a little boy who did not want to pet a dog. A sweet dog. At the vineyard a limo found. A Chauffer, so nice, thought we actually belonged there! Ha! No, we are simply here because after so many states we decided to see our Aunt. An Aunt not at the vineyard.

An Aunt not sure.

We left. We ate ice cream. We had fun.

Only that.

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[Chirpy!]

How do you spell chauffer?