What would we do if it was our last day… or at least we thought it was?

“In Vino, Veritas”

By Joseph Manno

Captain Angela Martine fought to keep the bitterness from her tone, and failed.

“To die here… like this.” She looked around the cave, thence at her companion—other than her, the sole survivor—and saw him as she never had before.

“You’re so young…” she whispered, eyes suddenly bright with tears. “I wanted so much more for you.”

That which had held him in check meant nothing now. Heedless of consequence or price, he drew her into his arms.

“And I wanted so much more from you.”

The kiss was like wine.

She murmured, “That, at least, I can give.”