This is the 21st installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
She opened up her third bottle of wine of the night. She told herself she just loved the taste of this Merlot, but she’d never even liked red wine. Greg had left a case of these—his favorite—when he’d left her.
Melanie was more of a cider gal, but she’d finished her last bottle three weeks ago. Getting to the store these days proved challenging, so—Merlot.
Time passed differently for her now. Not sleeping made the hours crawl and fly all at once, and not seeing the sun gave Melanie a shakier concept of reality than she’d expected. She only knew how long it’d been because she could see the date on her phone.
She still charged it when the battery ran low, but she hadn’t answered any calls or replied to any texts or posted anywhere. Her friends believed she’d gone dark to mourn her relationship—they also believed Greg had moved to Reno, of all places—and they reached out with decreasing regularity. It didn’t escape her notice that not a single one of them had shown up at her door.
She wouldn’t have answered it, anyway.
Yes, she kept her phone charged but only for research purposes. Again and again, she scrolled through the Reddit thread, but still, it gave her the same answer: “Vampires can’t get drunk.”
She gulped directly from the Merlot bottle and proved VampGirl96 right.
Miles Away 