The Last Drop of Water

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A very short story about the last drop of water in an old man's life.

The Last Drop of Water

 

"Come on – Drink, Grandpa!". He held the dirty, quarter-filled glass of water to the old man.

"Don't be foolish, young one. I have had my fair share of drinks over the course of my life. And seeig how dire the situation is right now, I really think that this bit of water could much better be used elsewhere. You – You and your family need this so much more than I will ever do."
"But Grandpa! You really don't look too good. Drinking this will ease off some of the stress you are feeling."
"Pah!", the old man grunted, "And then what? I am going to die soon, boy. And no amount of water will change that. Besides, what if I took this? A brief moment of enjoying the fresh, wonderful vitality of water. And then I die. No, no, you keep that for yourselves, give it to your younger brother. He looked awfully thirsty last time I saw him."
"Gran ... this will be the last thing you experience in life. Do you really want to go out thirsty and suffering?"
"I'd take that deal every time. Much better than to die feeling guilty of taking the one thing away from my beloved ones that they need most right now. Listen, I die, I take memories from before the drought with me. I remember times where we could swim in water, be surrounded by it everywhere we went. Hell, that stuff even fell from the sky, way back then. Now, that every drop counts, don't waste it on a foolish old corpse waiting to be buried. Go now, go. I don't have time anymore. Get the others, and tell them the good news: More water for the rest of you. If times were different, this may be an occasion to mourn, to cry. But as of now, I go knowing that at least some of us will remain. That we will one day see rain fall from the sky, and puddles become lakes, and dirt become soil."

A single, salty tear ran down the old man's face.


Submitted: May 14, 2020

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