Wine Tasting

     I swirled the ruby red poison in my glass. I don't know why this man was trying to kill me but I've spiked enough women's drinks over the years to know what that look in his eye entails; though, usually I'm the one handing the drugged drinks off. I've never been on the receiving end before. For some reason, I thought I would be more scared but it’s exhilarating, staring death in the face. I want to do it more often, too bad these encounters usually end in death being victorious. So I sit and swirl, knowing this wine tasting will be my last.