[Inspiration for this hit way too late to write/edit, etc., before the Grammar Ghoul’s prompt deadline today (incorporate the image and include “jealous” in your story). It ended up jumping the fence on the word limit, as well, by almost 2x, but I decided to post anyway].
Grapevines stood tall and lush as far as Joan could see, stretching for what seemed like miles under the hot Italian summer sun. From one hill rolling over to the next, and back up again along the sides of the hills farther beyond, the expanse of her cousin Leah’s vineyard was an astounding sight.
Later that night, after the typical gourmet feast prepared by Leah’s charming, handsome and amazingly talented husband Geoffrey, she and Leah sat outside on the front porch with large cups of coffee to watch the twilight slowly descend behind the hills. Joan pictured Leah and Geoffrey sitting there every night, watching the day quietly fade into night in this beautiful place, amiably discussing their children’s lives, their vineyard and winery, and their plans for the next day. How lovely to have such a life. (more…)