Cindy scanned her eyes along the walls in the cellar.
On the left a rack of Sauvignon Blanc, Merlot and Pinot Noir.
She favoured a light-bodied red, accommodating just enough acidity to amuse her taste buds. After she opened the bottle, the spirit of Chardonnay grapes made her shiver with fear and delight.
Swaying round, she admired her assemblage of tools on the wall. The Louisville Slugger, or maybe a bludgeon, would do the trick. The delicate wine stood in animating contrast with the plump body exhibited on the table. The antique bat felt appropriate.
She had a skull to crack.
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