Red Wine

Caution: Not for the faint hearted! The following story has some ideas and themes that may not go down well with everyone. Reader discretion is advised.

Jessica: "Some more wine?"

Trisha: "Yeah! It’s fantastic.  Different from the red wine’s that I have been having lately."

Jessica: "It’s from a local vineyard. So much hullabaloo about French wines, but I prefer the Californian home-growns."

Trisha (pointing towards the gallery): "What a queer showpiece! Where did you get it?"

Jessica: "Oh don’t you remember my aunt in Borneo? She is a missionary who lives with the so called head hunting tribes. It was a gift from her. She said that it was the head of a man convicted of adultery. They have a strange ritual, you see.  They drink the adulterer husband’s blood and then shrink his head and the wife wears it around the neck"

Trisha: "How cruel!"

In venting out her disagreement against the form of punishment, Trisha spills some of the wine on her white secretary shirt. Both ladies stare as the wine seeps through the shirt and makes the stain expand.

Jessica: "Use this towel, my dear. Blood and Wine stains are difficult to remove if they are let on the dress for too long."

Trisha lets out a cry as she uncontrollably tries to stop herself from puking. She spews out the bloody contents of her stomach as she reaches the door. 

Jessica watches her drag herself down the stairs to the parking lot. She smiles to herself.

Mark: "Who was it dear?"

Jessica: "Oh! It was Trisha from your office. She wanted to check on you. You have been away from the office for a while haven’t you?"

Mark (with a hint of discomfort): "Yeah. But, I had specifically told her that I would be joining office tomorrow. I shall call her now."

Jessica: "No need to do that now. I have already talked to her. Poor girl! I think she is not well. Look, how she has made a mess of the entire room. I will have to get somebody to clean up."

For a woman who had her living room desecrated, Jessica seemed unusually calm and happy.

Cheers,
Rosh