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.”