Charity Fizz

The stairs went black as the door closed. Her husband shouldn't have asked her to fetch more sparkling wine.

The stairs went black as the door closed. She held a glass of champagne in one hand, her skirt in the other as she took one step down, cursing. Her husband shouldn't have asked her to fetch more sparkling wine. The sound of the party faded as she descended. At the bottom of the stairs, everything was still. So peaceful. She felt lucky to be there.