By Jayden King
Golden amber cascades from the tap. Angled at a perfect forty five degrees, the glass fills from the bottom to its wide lip. The nectar climbs higher, building a thick head of foam. My tongue races across my upper lip. Bubbles traverse the liquid—some burst to the surface as though gasping for air, others loiter at the side of the glass, as though waiting to see what develops. The bartender flicks a coaster onto the counter and places the glass in front of me. My grip replaces his. Condensation wets my palm. I lift it, and end my long sobriety.
Nice one Jayden! That last line was quite the sobering one! Greatly described! Well done!
Enjoyed it. Well written and superb last line.
I liked the descriptive detail.
Your writing is an excellent piece of show don’t tell. I was in the bar with you. I want to hear more
Such a well written story that. it made me thirst for a sip.
Nice!
Gorgeous piece. Thank you so much for this one.
Very well written. Reading it made me want a beer until I read that last line. Great ending.
I loved the description of the beer on tap, especially the behavior of the bubbles.
Only an alcoholic could look at beer the way your protagonist does.
Would it have been possible to add a few words about what makes him/her end sobriety?
I’m largely a wine drinker, myself but now I want a beer. . .