Icon Drabble #1

Icon by kurukami


I was thinking how you'd get milk in the black and it went off on a tangent...

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Blue Sun Soya.

Condensation frosted the label with sense memories; the filigree of the patio chair pressing the backs of her legs, the underbellies of morning traffic passing overhead, her parents dissecting the overnight news in a droll pas de deux. Blue Sun Soya soaked into her fruit and congee like her parents' ambition had drenched through her. It was the best program, the best school, and she'd boarded that transport willingly.

River's fingerprints gathered the condensation, tiny droplets merge and pool on the wood of the table. How did such a perishable make its way so deep into the black? Smuggled in stasis like her? With her fingertip, she drew a smile on the logo and turned the wiring diagram of letters into a face. The last carton left.

"Gonna finish that?"

Blue Sun Soya conformed to Jayne's grip, soft sides bellying outward, drawn face smearing into wet, slipping back into a mere carton, anachronistic and better consumed than preserved. All things cycled, even stupidity.

"Well?"

River shrugged, watched his throat move as he chugged the carton down. She grinned, sunny in the black. "Spoiled."

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