"Certainly the Atlantic Ocean alone could not keep them apart, so Jacob flew to Paris to be with his world. The couple would spend weeks on the Riviera, immersed in the other's glow. Monica would show Jacob Paris, as only a Parisian can. The cafes where poets would sit, scribbling sonnets for their loves. The bakeries, whose aromatic concoctions would lure them in to discover fruit lavished pastries and loaves of split-topped bread, still piping hot. It was Monica who introduced Jacob to the impaling elixir of wine. She loved Blue Cheese and Merlot."
- From a longer story
'The impaling elixir of wine?' Like it's so pungent it literally imbeds itself like shrapnel in your esophagus and you die a bleeding death on the floor of the brasserie? So I'm evil. But come the fuck on.