The Last Straw

The Last Straw

The milkshake slid across the table and he reached for it
With a tilt of his head, he looked up at her and gave a smile
He had waited all day for this and it had been so long

Slowly he lifted the milkshake until the straw touched the edge of his lips
Taking a moment he savoured the thought of the cold milkshake
The thought of it caused the corner of his mouth to turn upwards

The straw now passed his lips and he could taste the vanilla flavour
But wait, something was wrong, this just did not feel right.
He pulled the straw from his lips and looked down at his hand

Paper, it was a paper straw, whose idea was that?
With a shake of his head, he thought to himself
This really was the last straw.