Mullberry Whine

poured out before bed

Gargoyles and Games

Her hair is a mousy brown, pulled back in a lumpy french braid, dark tendrils fluttering in the morning breeze.  She sits on a rough hewn bench outside the splintering beach house waiting not impatiently, but expectantly, alternately blowing up and letting the air out from her bright pink inner tube and kicking her skinny dangling legs.

Finally, she spots a grizzled old man departing the beach house, shaking his hands dry and muttering under his breath.  She is instantly at his side.

“Oh hi, Grandpa!  All ready now?”

The old man takes her smooth hand in his leathery one and coughs, his hard features twisting into an expression I’ve lately seen on a gargoyle positioned on one of the turn-of-the-century buildings in the city.

A-hack, a-hack, a-HACK.  ERRRRM.  Ugh.  It’s too early, girl.  And I don’t know why they insist on putting shards of glass in the toilet paper on this beach.  My asshole’s fixin’ to fall off.”

“Oh Grandpa – it’s too pretty of a day to be swearing!  Now, come swim with me!”

He shakes his head and grunts.

She only grins and begins to run, pulling her dour elder to thunder along with her.

I hear him laughing above her ecstatic shouts as he heaves her into the clear lake, mark the great smile he wears as he alternately splashes and spins her about the beach.

Keep it clean, keep it respectful, or keep away.

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The views expressed on "Mullberry Whine" are NOT intended to diagnose or treat disease.
The med-ed related stories described here are based on real events. Details have been changed in accordance with HIPAA de-identification guidelines to protect confidentiality.
Mullberry Whine can be enjoyed daily; there is no unsafe quantity. Real wine, though, should be enjoyed in moderation. At-Risk Drinking for males under 65 is defined as >14 alcoholic beverages per week or >4/day, with >7 drinks a week or >3/day being the cut-off for females under 65 and for anyone, male or female, who has graced this planet for 65 years for more. Drink Mullberry Whine like there are no consequences. But drink alcohol responsibly. Your friends, your family, your health-care provider, and your liver - heck, ALL of the organs in your body - will thank you.
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