A MOCKTAIL, MAYBE?

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"Who am I?" Scribbled the middle-aged man as he turned gracefully to a class of impatient and fatigued fourteen-year Olds. They all kept what their teachers referred as 'a pin drop silence 'and gave him their undivided attention. However, most eyes in the crowd of forty would sneakily drift to the clock right above the board. READ MORE

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  1. AnonymousOctober 6, 2024 at 7:44 PM

    I'm again a folk here who focuses on those trivial things there, here it'd be about the few served sips of the mocktail, you call yourself (I say few sips because I do believe you've got a lot more than this). So firstly, I really loved the way you've subtly touched the different ages and how their way of thinking would take the question 'who am I?'; I don't care much if it just happened or if you, on purpose, took 14 & 40 year olds, I like the way it sounds while reading it out loud, the effect it brings on text or where you're heading to. Secondly, ohhh God the metaphor you used I absolutely love it! And finally, the last paragraph here, I just love it. I knew right there & then that I'm forever gonna remember this one line 'incomplete mocktail in the hands of a curious bartender', where this curious bartender can be anyone/anything. It could be the environment you chose yourself to envelope with or on the same lines it could be the folks who are in your life or whoever comes around in future. It links to the line 'a shiny mocktail of every person that has ever walked into my life'. At the same time, I like to believe that the bartender could be you too because in the end it's gonna be you, who would take decisions where to grow and with whom.

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