Mountain Dew Must Die
“No… … Must not… … In three weeks, only one calculated misstep… a celebration with a friend. That one does not count.”
I carefully allocated the water into my pitcher. Using a paring knife, I purposefully sliced the top of the plastic sleeve containing my miracle rejuvenator. Upending the wrapper, it emptied into the pitcher of water turning the once bitter elements into a refreshing herb-sweetened ambrosia.
Reaching into the upper-right cabinet, I selected a huge, 16-ounce receptacle and filled it with filtered ice cubes.
Pouring the tangy nectar into my glass… I had once again overcome my cravings.
Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Writing Challenge. Requirements: March 9, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a monster story. You can pick any perspective, even that of the monster. It can be literal or symbolic; it can be heroic or realistic. Think about the shifting roles of what is a monster and who is a monster-slayer. Consider how easily we give the label to others or to fears we can’t name.