The Dance of the Cubes
The way the ice cubes glided, swooned even, around the bottom of the glass made Sam both happy and sad. Those final dance moves were special, sublime even.
But when she took the last sip of the magic elixir that suspended the dancers, they began to simply collide at the bottom of her glass. Without the viscous fluidity, they moved clumsily.
This made her sad—it inspired a desire for more lubricant.
She ordered another.
And again, the cubes appeared to float in thick air, gliding around her glass with ease and grace. Sam was, like the ice cubes, happy.
Excerpt from All or Nothing Girl, the forthcoming novel from Blake Charles Donley