The Seduction of Vintage Grapes

  I was invited to play a blog version of the old slumber party game “Telephone.” 

One blogger started a story and she passes it on. Each blogger adds their portion. It should be fun to see how it turns out.

So here it is:
A Writer-Mama’s Tale –  
The Seduction of Vintage Grapes
Even the crickets had rested their legs when she sat back in her chair and sighed with a final sip of vintage grapes. Darkness swallowed……..
the sob that threatened to tear from throat as she watched her only child drive away. What did he know about the world outside of….
our small town. Was he ready for what laid ahead of him? Her lip quivered as she thought back to the days when….
Jason toddled behind his father through the vineyards and copied his every movement. Mark was young and full of hope and desire then. His face….. 

, now lined from time and stress, still shined with pride for their son. As Jason's car drove away, they…

You can click on any of the sentences above to go to the author's original post then head on over to Melissa's Blog on Monday to see what happens next!