Strawberry Wine
She fell in love and overdosed on strawberry wine. She savored each sweet-tart sip with every shared smile, but couldn't help the unintentional gulps every time their eyes met. In the heat of that brief, brief summer, she drank and drank, and her eyes were always fever-bright and her cheeks were always flushed. Her lips were stained berry-red and the taste of strawberries lingered on her tongue.
It was heady.
She was young.
She was drunk.
There were strawberries aplenty that summer, ripe and sweet and red in the fields. She ran freely and picked them to her heart's content. Plenty of strawberries, plenty of wine.
She knows the summer will not last. She knows that autumn comes. She knows the wine will run out some day, and that she will not be always drunk. All the more reason for her to drink and drink until the day her memories are all that's left of that sweet strawberry wine.
A/N: The title is not something I coined. It's actually sourced from a country song. I just liked the sound of it, and the content has no relation at all to the content of the song. At least I don't think so.......I don't really recall the lyrics to that song. :p