Sprite: Sweet Bird of Youth
I had a bottle of Sprite on the beach today; it’s all they had, my friend bought it for me.
Written across the front of the bottle, above the name, is a word. It’s needy, pleading.
“Rediscover Sprite” it begs. It might as well add “I was the future, once…”
Oh, the irony; a soft drink that’s run out of gas.