Twisted Thirst

They paused beside a sink that ran clear,
Sebastian held a glass that was absurdly plain.
Sebastian said, “We stopped for a drink. What’s with the gear?”
Jimmy grinned wide, revealing something far too near,
The jug itself sloshed loud, like effort bottled pain.
Sebastian blinked. “Why carry that? Isn’t that too much?”
Jimmy shook his head, tipped the jug, and drank without a sound.
He lowered the jug again, his trusty theatrical crutch,
He dangled the jug and paused so long it begged for a nudge,
Jimmy grinned and sighed, refreshed by being drowned.
“Can you just answer?” Sebastian asked, taking a blow.
His grin deepening, Jimmy lifted the jug right on cue.
The silence stretched with only the faucet daring to flow,
Sebastian waited as he filled his cup, used to this show,
While Jimmy drank from the jug like it was a special brew.
When Sebastian silenced the faucet, the moment passed by,
Then he nudged the jug toward Jimmy and groaned.
Sebastian shook his head, then drank, and didn’t try
To change anything felt pointless, so he let it lie.
Both carried on with one big jug, while patience droned.

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Twisted Thirst
When a drink is more than a glass.

Scene Images


Scene One
“I said a drink.”
Scene Two
“There’s a process.”
Scene Three
“I’ll just… go ahead.”
Scene Four
“Some battles aren’t worth winning.”