Frizeff

I entered a shop, a small shop, a resourceful shop, wanting something to drink.

I was thirsty like I can’t tell you, and also in the mood for nothing more.

The shop owner spoke “I have just the product for you” and reached behind the counter. He showed me a drink I’d never heard of before it was yellow and read Frizeff. The shop owner spoke, “that’ll be £4.99” before I had even decided if I wanted it. I paid and left with my Frizeff and took  sip right away. Then drink was sour but friendly sweet so I followed my first sip with a larger gulp.

That felt different, I felt different, the drink boiled in my inners. This drink made me feel energetic and up beat from everything I saw. Only from one gulp I felt great and wanted to do so many things. I chase the birds, paid a beggar, fed a tied horse, freed the tied horse, climbed a tree, bathed my feet in the lake.

Then I felt sick so sick I lay in the grass my Frizeff fueling the plants. One moment I felt jubilant, now I could barely move. What kind of drink had the shop owner given me?