...Held at gun-point over a glass of wine could be as bizarre as ever. One perverse move could add a crimson tinge to the glass of white wine....
"Wipe off the records..."- The cop dictated.
"The Data's right in here..."- My fingers pointed towards the quarterly filled wine-glass.
Pin drop silence prevailed...........
"Sulfuric acid"- I revealed.
* This is a work of fiction & doesn't bear resemblance with any person, living or dead.
** This post is my sixth attempt at the 55-Fiction Genre.
*** The image is self-shot & should not be reproduced without permission.
