A Toast to Beginnings
***A.Notes: This is the first few paragraphs of a anthology of stories I’m working on, titled ‘The Memory Courier’***
He picked up his silvery blue quill, dipped it in ink, and started writing.
Somewhere between time and space, she walks gracefully, threading boundaries between parallel worlds. Unnerved, she steps through each one, for the purpose of delivering a memory like others similar. Yet she is only one of her kind, the rose amongst the other roses..
‘A new courier in town, so it seems.’
He looked up and saw Dmitri, his longtime friend and owner of the bar, carrying a bottle of chardonnay in his hand.
He chuckled. ‘Yes, it seems so.’
‘I knew it since you asked for the special bottle.’ Dmitiri put the bottle in front of him carefully. ‘But a 1973 Chateau Montelena? I had to pull a lot of unearthly strings to get this out of an auction.’
‘Well, what is the best bar in the world without the finest wines?’
‘You got me there. And I wouldn’t even be having this fine little thing without your request.’ Dmitri opened the wine and poured it on two wine glass with deft hands. He handed one to him. ‘Rather special, isn’t she?’
He smiled. ‘She is.’ The he lifted his glass. ‘To Safina.’
‘To Safina.’