Frappe

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This is for Prompt #20…

It wasn’t that she didn’t want the frappe. She knew the requirement would be to lead another fight if she drank. While in front of her, it mocked her desire. Slowly, she moved her hand forward then jerked it back. She squeezed her hand into a fist and banged it on the table.

“No!” she shouted.

The frappe laughed, defying her to drink. By degrees, her fist unclenched. As her fingers curled around the handle, she groaned. She knew it was over.

Once her mouth tasted the delicious frozen drink, she vanished. She appeared in another world, ready to lead the fight.