The crimson stain spread fairly rapidly across the pristine, crisp white fabric, much to the shock of Napoleon Solo. He stared in fascinated horror as the liquid bloomed outwards from its source. His companion grabbed as much absorbent material as was to hand and attempted to prevent any further spreading. It was an entirely futile move as it was already, quite clearly, too late.
“Don’t worry,” Solo told his date, as he signalled the waiter, and tried not to think of how much it had cost him. “Accidents happen. I’m sure the waiter can get us another bottle of wine.”
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“Don’t worry,” Solo told his date, as he signalled the waiter, and tried not to think of how much it had cost him. “Accidents happen. I’m sure the waiter can get us another bottle of wine.”
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Date: 2017-02-08 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-08 08:33 pm (UTC)I knew people would guess what it was, but I'm glad I was able to fool you with the who :-)
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Date: 2017-02-09 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-02-09 07:08 pm (UTC)I love the challenge posed by drabbles. It's not so easy to tell a tale in so few words.
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Date: 2017-02-09 07:09 pm (UTC)I love 'trompe l'oeil for words' as a description.