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.