Pandemic

Pandemic

By

Shane Scott

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     Corona. Lime.  Mr. Corona Beer heard all the jokes before.  He never laughed. He didn’t think they were funny.  He found them downright offensive.

     He looked around his home.  The shelves were mostly bare.  Not his shelf of course.  His brothers and sisters crowded the shelf.

     Mr. Beer’s friends had recently abandoned him and his family.  No one loved him anymore.  Mr. Corona Beer felt god damn hated these days.

     Not even his best pal, Miss Lime talked to him.  She told him recently “Sorry, but she couldn’t be seen with him anymore.  It would negatively impact sales.  It already had.”

     Feeling like a leper Mr. Beer made a plan, a scheme really.  Without arms or legs and only a short round body, long neck and small metal head Mr. Beer knew he needed help.

     He tried to get the attention of his old friend Mickey Lobe.  But Mickey slowly turned away.

     So, that is how it was, Mr. Beer thought.  Well, that was OK.  He had his scheme and Mr. Corona Beer would change the world forever and not in a good way.

     He set to work figuring out how to get out of this miserable cardboard package that held five more of this brothers and sisters.  They would help.  They had to.