Today's OneWord: Scene

I hadn't meant to cause a scene, yet, there we were. Sitting almost helplessly at the corner table, the clatter of forks and knives on hard plates having subsided to hear my mother's crying. This wasn't gentle weeping, nor hiccuping sobs. It was more like this plaintive wail, this keening, like she had just been stabbed in the abdomen and was trying desperately to breathe but could only exhale continually. I stared down into my wine glass. The Merlot was starting to look like blood.