150 words #10
I’m trying to finish this book which I was enjoying for some substantial while, but have long since stopped enjoying. I know everyone says that life’s too short to finish reading books you aren’t enjoying, but I want to finish this one in case it comes good in the end.
I did tip out a glass of wine earlier on this evening because I wasn’t enjoying it and life’s too short. That was different. The bottle of wine had been sitting opened, but unfinished, in my fridge for weeks. So it wasn’t just that I didn’t enjoy it. There was a very good chance that it was off.
The book and the wine. Both opened and unfinished. Not what I intended to write but that’s where my writing led me. I’m sure there’s some kind of metaphorical gymnastics waiting to be done in conclusion. But I’m too tired for that.