Grape Soda

a 100-word story

Grape Soda

Raleen let out a long belch. William eyed her purple mustache with disdain. He loved his younger sister, but her predilection for all things lowbrow had tested their sibling bond over the years.

First it had been her fascination with food that came in boxes, back when they were kids. Chef Boyoboy pizza kits, instant mac and cheese, shelf-stable meat products. Then came community college, construction-worker overalls, and when she was old enough, construction workers.

But this grape soda phase was the worst. So much burping at formal functions.

“Excuse me,” said Raleen.

William rolled his eyes. Family.

©2024 by Andrea C. Neil

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