A DREAM YOU CAN DRINK ( AN EXISTENTIAL SHORT STORY).
Mrs. Milk invited some guest over for the yearly celebration. Many were invited, Mr. Tea, Mr. Coffee, Mr. Wine (certainly the most powerfull drink in the room). Both Mr. Coke and Mr. Pepsi were invited, and even Mr. Genaric Cola was on this years list. Mr. Beer was invited once again, even though everybody knows that Mr. Beer is a looser. Mr. Vegetable Juice showed up looking as healthy as always. Mr. Gatorade and all of his Sportsy offspring were invited, but the Energy Drink family were not...they have become an annoyance.
Mrs. Milk called for a puase and made the sighn of her holy trinity of Water in the form of Steam, Ice, and Liquid.
Than of course, the passionate Mr. Wine saluted her religion with a yawn. Mr. Wine has become quite arrogant in his old age. Who can blame him? He is after all, the most complicated and exotic drink amongst them.
Mr. Wine remarked "Water is just sustenance, not taste. Unless one were to add a wedge of lemon, water is quite boaring indeed".
Mr. Tea nodded his straw in agreement.
Mrs. Milk had other things on her mind though. She had married Mr. Coffee but never got any credit in their relationship. In fact, Mr. Coffee had become more interrested in Ms. Artificial Creamer, and Mr. Tea was still too close to Ms. Honey than to ever consider a relationship with Mr.s Milk.
Mr's Milk longed for an ice machine and a blender. She was most glorious as a milkshake.
Meanwhile, far away, in some strange human existence, the young man awoke.
A DREAM YOU CAN DRINK - BY GABRIEL BUCHE
Mrs. Milk called for a puase and made the sighn of her holy trinity of Water in the form of Steam, Ice, and Liquid.
Than of course, the passionate Mr. Wine saluted her religion with a yawn. Mr. Wine has become quite arrogant in his old age. Who can blame him? He is after all, the most complicated and exotic drink amongst them.
Mr. Wine remarked "Water is just sustenance, not taste. Unless one were to add a wedge of lemon, water is quite boaring indeed".
Mr. Tea nodded his straw in agreement.
Mrs. Milk had other things on her mind though. She had married Mr. Coffee but never got any credit in their relationship. In fact, Mr. Coffee had become more interrested in Ms. Artificial Creamer, and Mr. Tea was still too close to Ms. Honey than to ever consider a relationship with Mr.s Milk.
Mr's Milk longed for an ice machine and a blender. She was most glorious as a milkshake.
Meanwhile, far away, in some strange human existence, the young man awoke.
A DREAM YOU CAN DRINK - BY GABRIEL BUCHE