Conversation

“hey. im sorry it’s been such a rough week for you”
i turn around to the coffee machine, which finished a while ago.
“you want some?”
you shake your head
“thats.. probably for the best. i didnt really make enough for both of us anyway.”
the coffee pot is almost overflowing. my need for caffeine concerns you a bit.
i pull out a mug made from some sort of pink mineral. little flakes of impurities sparkle in the sun
“whats it made of?” you ask
“hmm? oh the mug. its made of some rock from the himalayas. halite i think?”
youre about to speak up again but im already pouring the coffee into the mug. you get quick confirmation that it is, in fact, made of salt as the bottom of the mug dissolves and begins spilling out onto the counter in all directions.
the coffee begins flowing off the counter on to my side. it slows the brown puddle’s inching toward yourself, but you take a step back out of an abundance of caution. some of it has to be spilling onto my feet at this point, but you dont see even a flinch from me. instead, you see that i have poured out the entire pot.
we stand in silence for a bit while i appear mesmerized by my new mug and take a ‘sip’ from the clearly empty cylinder
my eyes go wide
no coffee
“hmm. not enough for even a sip. i’ll have to make more next time”