The envelope stood alone in her mailbox, her lawyer’s name etched on the top corner. The papers had come and it was finally over.
She headed to her favorite restaurant and bought a bottle of Cakebread Cabernet Sauvignon and brought the glass to her nose. She could trace the hints of dark berries, Cassis and mocha. The aroma penetrated her nose and she savored the scent. When she finally let the glass brush her lips the wine spilled over her taste buds. It was heaven.
The bartender was curious and asked her, “What does it taste like?”
“It tastes like freedom.”
This was written for the 100-Word Challenge at Julia’s Place. I just stumbled on it, and I do love a challenge.

lovely images…the emotions are strong…one can really connect. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
I like it! I once had a glass of wine that tasted like freedom, but it was before the divorce was final. The wine after the divorce wasn’t a celebration, but a drowning.
Lol….I may or may not have done the same thing. 🙂
Terrific images drawing you toward a flavorful moment. I’m pretty sure I know that wine. It had a screw cap… 😉
Haha….and it comes with a straw. 😀
Ah, you are familiar with this vintage as well 🙂
The situation often affects the taste. I once had a good cheeseburger, but because of the situation, it was the best cheeseburger ever.
Outlook has an amazing effect on perception!
I had no idea that freedom had a distinct taste.
It sure does!!
Can you describe it?
It’s like a constant state of euphoria….until I run out of wine.
Oh…so you drink some wine called freedom?
I’m having some now. Although it goes by a different name…..still tastes good.
This is fantastic. I’m sure I’ve had a glass of this wine before! 🙂
🙂
the loveliest taste of all
Agreed!
I love this. The taste of freedom!
🙂 Thank you.
Freedom is tasty. For a few short words that conveyed a lot!
It’s amazing how much can be said in so few words. Thanks!
Ah, yes!
My favourite phrase: Spilled over her taste buds. Perfection.
My take on the prompt: http://tinyurl.com/a4oj6za
Thanks! I’ll head over there now.