Peace Offering
Shanzina Merxado
I never met someone so passionate about a drink.
Sitting under the shaded area of the bleachers, Polaz had already finished his jug of Milkea. I watched him finish it until there was nothing left inside but air.
He harshly exhaled, setting down the jug. I glanced at mine, barely empty, and handed it to him.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
I nodded, “You need it more than I do.”
Without hesitation, he grabbed it from my hands and chugged it down. His shoulders relaxed, and even hummed in satisfaction before remembering my presence, like a child tasting ice cream for the first time.
As he drank, I took the opportunity to tell him of the events from the hallway, what Mariella saw, and how the Phantrits were testing students for a reaction at class. I told him of how some would just roam around, minding their own business, how they looked and how it felt being near them.