No Murder by Accident (A flash fiction entry for NYCMidnight
A teenage daughter exacts revenge on a woman she believes is stealing her father and their family vineyard. Consequences, however, can follow in unexpected ways.
I stand outside my tent, staring at the sleeping bag. I know I must climb in. Since the first day my Père allowed, I had spent most nights of the year camped between the vines, listening to them grow, awaiting the day I could pull the first ripe grape and taste my family’s deep commitment to our centuries old vineyard. Beside the tent, each night, a shi…
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