In Her Majesty’s Secret Service

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Wordplay

Dead line.

She sat in the back seat, tense. If she didn't get home on time, there would be hell to pay. Why had she gotten tempted by Sailu and those wretched sandwiches? She should have left then. She started to flip through the names of gods in her head, no mean task given the sheer numbers. Which one could she pray to for help? When they started to slow down, she almost broke down. The driver popped out, outlined by the red glow of hundreds of cars. She felt the bile rise as he surveyed the situation and with the satisfaction of a man being paid by the minute, announced that they would be there for some time. He turned, and stopped smiling as he saw her throw up, her bloodless face white in the darkness. #fear #tuktuk #submissive #terror #traffic #rickshaw

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Fireworks

Aftermath

She looked at the glass, sweat beading the outside of the glass. The golden-hued wine undulated seductively in the glass. She thought about the journey these grapes had had. From seeds in a bag to soil. To sunshine and struggling against mother nature. To being pruned and watered and tended. To knowing love and attention and flowering and fruiting. And becoming sweeter, under the sun, turning plump and juicy and delicious. And then being stomped into wine, laughter and joy. Resting in a barrel, ripening into full-bodied flavour. "This wine has done more for me than he has," she said blearily, before bursting into tears. #wine #whitewine #vino #grapes #vineyards #winemaking #love #loss #heartbreak #drama #golden #delicious #cold #drinking

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I can’t make you love me

Infatuation Part II

Part II. He hurried up the road. He was late. It was 1.15 and She would have already ordered. He wouldn't be able to order what she ordered today, he'd have to catch up and skip a course. He grimaced at the thought of asking the waitstaff for more information; he was sure they were laughing at him. After all, he was practically stalking Her. Coming here every Friday, ordering the same thing She did. He was sure She didn't know he existed – he'd made it a point to come at the same time each time but She…His insides turned warm just thinking of her. Panting slightly, he reached the restaurant. And She wasn't there. He stood there, wondering if she was late, knowing she wasn't, fearing the worst. #flirting #shy #socialanxiety #heartbreak #love #relationship #lunch #tallglassofwater #mint #date #restaurant #masonjar #drinks #part2 #end #green

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