The wind rattled through some chimes on the nearby barn door. Hoping it was a regular enough sound that it wouldn’t rouse any suspicion, I headed further into the winery. The smell of rotting grapes filled the air. A corpse hanging over one of the pressers added to the melange of stenches, but it was one I was used to at the very least.
Fumbling through an unlocked cabinet, I looked for any leftover wine, or bottled water. Just some tools. Specialised wine making tools it seemed. No good for anything besides an ineffective blunt weapon, which I had plenty of already. I continued further in, looking for any signs of useful salvage that may have been left during the fall.
“Hands up!”
I froze. I lifted my hands up over my head with trepidation, and a frog the size of a baseball in my throat.
Today's prompt: winery
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