This week, Rochelle has selected one of her own photographs (and a painting) for her Friday Fictioneers photoprompt.
My Dad was heavily into homebrew, and hit the jackpot with his wines. Every summer we would be out gathering berries and fruit for the army of demi johns waiting in the ranks for the new year’s offerings. He won prizes too so Sis decided to take it up.
It was a friendly competition, comparing of notes, and developing personal techniques, but no matter how good Sis’s were, Dad’s were always better and his prizes outnumbered hers 4 to 1. When he died, her interest in the hobby died with him and she never made another drop.