Honey and Charcoal

When she took a sip of the honey-colored wine, warmth spread to every extremity in her body. The sweetness was like that of a sweetness in her childhood—innocent and addicting. It made her think of colored lollipop swirls and butterscotch. But after a couple more sips, the undertones of musk and smoke emerged, painting a darker image in her mind. Cigarette ash and rainy days with wet asphalt. What was this concoction? This mélange of flavors that was combining in a sublime fashion in her body. It was nostalgic and golden, but also hazy and reminiscent of charcoal. Yes, yes.