Just One

Mary sat on the rugged green couch. She had sat here before. It was her favorite place to sit and ponder, and she had made many decisions here. Of course only simple ones, like what to wear to the prom, where she should hang her "straight-A's" award, and which friend to call next. However today the clouds hung low and smelled of rain. The image of her face reflected the sky- deep in thought and concern. Sitting on that green couch, which was old and torn, she looked at the tall object sitting on the wooden table in front of her. The tall wine bottle, sitting on the wooden table in front of her. Her soft, pale hand reached out slowly toward it, then paused for a moment.