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Scribe's Cave Picture Prompt: A Toast

Hilda spun the rack of beverages. It was Wednesday and Dr. Barnhardt took chai tea with extra cinnamon on Wednesdays. A tear slipped down her cheek and she let it fall from her chin as she scooped ingredients into the mug.She gasped as a warm hand gripped her shoulder gently. "Tell me Hilda, does all this frighten you? Does it make you feel insecure?""Yes, sir. It certainly does," she answered and stirred in the boiling water.The doctor smiled sadly. "Take a sip first, Hilda."He watched as she blew steam from the top of the cup and placed her lips on it. She smiled as the hot liquid filled her mouth. "I've never tried your chai, Doctor. It's quite good this way." She picked up a napkin and wiped her lipstick from the rim before offering the mug to him."A last toast before the end, my dear." He took the cup, blew the steam away as she had done, and took a large swallow. "It has only been a few hours since Klaatu said he would not restore the Earth's spin. Soon, our gravity, the very atmosphere will disappear."They shared the cup until the end.

I offer exactly 200 words for this week's prompt. Click on the image to visit the prompt itself -- as you see, this is a medicine rack, but for some reason it took me to the original The Day the Earth Stood Still and the brief conversation between Hilda and Dr. Barnhardt when Klaatu turned the world off at noon. However, in my story, he didn't turn it back on.

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