Sparkling Cyanide*

“You go in there and help your father.  You’re better at wine than I am,” Mum says, as we park at the warehouse.  “I’ll stay in the car.” Pulling my raincoat on, I run after Dad, who’s striding towards the building.  It’s raining.  It’s been pouring non-stop all day. Inside, the wine warehouse has various […]

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