Grape Revenge

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #373

Words:  charge, alter, forget, hit, revenge, cafe, will, weapon, between, act, sing, mood

Cold fingers of revenge hit
the cafe that morning. Storming
Will charged in weaving between
lattes and cappuccinos, his weapon
drawn. He was seeking an altercation
with the man who had single-handedly
stolen his girlfriend. After several
tense moments, mood in the cafe
lightened with the realization
that Will’s weapon was a water gun.
He pointed at his enemy, and sprayed
grape juice over the man and everyone
else at the table. It was
an unforgettable moment,
but you had to be there.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to Grape Revenge

  1. colonialist says:

    With things in a ferment after the spraying, was there a w(h)ine?


  2. Excellent! I only wish every altercation could be settled with a grape juice trigger pull.


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