Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Special Vintage

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Here’s my contribution to this week’s FFfAW prompt, brought to us by Priceless Joy.

Chateau Vieux Monde stood at the top of the hill, catching the first rays of the sun as it rose over the valley.

The Allen’s watched the sunrise before walking up the main steps. They had waited years for this moment, so the few extra minutes meant nothing. Conventional medicine had brought David no relief, and they had sold everything they owned to travel to this remote little corner of France based on nothing more than a rumour.

And now here they were- pressed into an oppressive little room deep beneath the Chateau, rank with the musty smells of earth and rot.

Monsieur Le Monde stood by a large black barrel and half filled a small tasting glass with a rich golden liquid. “Who first?”

David took the glass and gave it to his wife. She took a sip.

“Did it work?”

Monsieur Le Monde pressed a small knife into her hand.

“See for yourself Madame. Test your immortality.”

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19 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Special Vintage

  1. I like the double-entendre at the end. I was wondering if it really was the elixir of life, or if M. le Monde has the warped sense of humour of a Roald Dahl character and fertilises his vineyards with deluded seekers of immortality. But perhaps that says more about my warped mind than anything else.

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