I carefully removed the excess energy from the water, now solid to the touch. I placed it carefully in a container made of melted sand from the outer reaches of the Everground. Poured equal measures of potato based liquid and squashed up fruit. Then added insurmountable measures of water until the container was full. I watched the concoction settle, the fumes barely noticeable. The smell was pleasant, I the taste not so. Why is lack of fizz such a downer, how to make it decent? I don’t know
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.