“You got a job offer! But this is thrilling!”
Jane laughs. She pulls a bottle from her backpack with a flourish. “It’s not much, but we can celebrate.”
“I’m honored to help you celebrate, dear girl,” the old man says. “I wish I had proper glasses, to appropriately savor the bouquet of this lovely drop.” His eyes dance.
“Bouquet,” Jane snorts, uncapping the wine. “Two-Buck Chuck doesn’t have a bouquet. More like a…twang.”
“A pungency.”
“A stench!” Jane squeals, giddy.
Henry drinks, wipes the the bottle, passes it. “I could not be happier for you,” he says quietly.
Every week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bouquet. You can explore the meaning of the word or gather a bunch of flowers. Go where the prompt leads.”
99 Monkeys 
I liked the sentence about stench. Nice.
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You’ve framed one of those moments we want to hold onto because there’s so much hope and possibility. Ha! Two Buck Chuck, good ol’ Trader Joes. Cheers!
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And if you’re a little more flush and find yourself in Wal-Mart, there’s Four Buck Lucky Duck!
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Ha, ha! That’s coming up in the world! Well, I’m decadent — I go to Walmart for $6 champagne!
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