Sips of Yesterday
Reflections on Youth and Sweetness Lost
I indulge myself occasionally, savoring the gin
mixed with light, airy tonic. I add a lime, losing it
beneath ice cubes, hollow and cool, impaled by the vibrant tip
of a cocktail straw. It's a different ritual alone, with a novel at the bar,
past the days of youthful revels. A dash of grenadine would perfect it.
//
Youth was a lively jig through diner booths, nudging siblings
for bites of gooey mac 'n cheese and limp fries. It was the ever-ignored side salads,
beaded cups sweating cold, adorned with cartoon bears and brimming
with Shirley Temples. Tart and bold. Cherry bright. I'd wager a dollar
I could twist a soaked stem into a knot with just my tongue. That was my party piece.
//
In my current read, Shirley Temple admits her faults.
Tears aren't charming, not at three, not when you can out-dance
the grown-up stars of Baby Burlesks. So they confine her
to a sound booth. They provide a block of ice for a seat and she perches,
a cherry perched atop. And then, back to dancing.
//
My brothers hoard crumpled candy wrappers in their drawers. They down
milk by the gallon, never pausing to check the fat content. I stopped
when I outgrew my favorite top. Yet, they still enjoy Dirty Shirleys and flick
their straw wrappers across dimly lit bar tables, their tongues stained crimson.
I succumb to temptation. I steal a sip. Now, all I taste is the sweetness, on this side of youth.
//
The young starlet lost her role when she couldn't shed the childlike roundness.
She had to sport dentures to cover her gaps as she grew.
She endured the prods, the tweaks, the giggles, then rejection.
She earned those big shots money, and they scrimped on her share. They even
claimed her name and splashed it over ice. Always with a cherry on top.
About the Creator
Sonia khan
As a story writer, I am passionate about crafting compelling narratives that transport readers to new and exciting worlds. With a keen eye for detail and a vivid imagination,, I am driven by a deep love for storytelling.
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