The day is resplendent with the sun’s warmth. He’s home early from work. And notes her disappointment. The clouds roll in until all is gray.

He brings up a rare Burgundy from the cellar but she’s unimpressed. I don’t really get wine, she says. He stares at her. I hate you, he says

They sat around the fire and it kept going out and they stayed where they were hoping it would offer heat or even stay lit but it never did.