ACT I:
mom ice: look at our son. always so close to teh edge of the container. he’s in a dangerous place right now.
dad ice: i know honey, but what can we do? we’re locked in place here. we just have to hope that he finds his way to the dispenser.
mom ice: (sighs) you’re right, cube sr. he has so much potential, such a perfect ice cube. not too tough to hurt your teeth, but not so weak that he’d melt quickly in a beverage. he doesn’t have to settle for a mr. pibb. he could be in a whiskey tumbler, or a CEO’s hydroflask.
dad ice: you know it and i know it, cube mom. i just hope… god knows it.
me: (opens freezer)
cube jr: (falls on floor)
me: goddammit (kicks cube jr. under fridge)
FIN
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