I knew why she insisted on a midday Chardonnay. She was bored. Her life bored her. There was nothing to do alone in her house. If she had a tipple at lunch she would nap after. Take up a few hours. Break up the empty day. Then one day . . .
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “midday Chardonnay.” Thanks to Lucky Life for today’s prompt.