Sitting in the storage unit of an interior designer’s nightmare, I dream of 1920’s Sea Breeze where I swim in Marina Blues and sink deeper into Coral Bells. In the depths of Granata, I always end up drowning in Amaryllis.
I’m the blood orange bow of a Tequila Sunrise, tied up in Paradise. Wrap me up in Butter Rum and deliver me to Tawny Port. I’ll wake up in a pool of Pink Lemonade, my tongue tingling with electric flows of hot lava. That seems to happen when crushed red pepper meets chocolate liqueur. And that’s why they call me Grenadine.
I love this story!!! It is such a fun story!!!
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Deliciously different!
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Amazing.
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Wonderful metaphor! This narrator is intoxicated with life. Loved it. Beautifully different!
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Even tho mostly a non-drinker (except, perhaps.of life, I appreciate your most flavorful tale.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I’m also a non-drinker except for life. 🙂
I will never again taste a new, strange or delightful flavor again without remembering your story.
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Beautifully written.
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What a delightfully intoxicating tale. Loved it!
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