Elixir of Life

Coffee at Sunrise.

The hiker rises up on cold, tired bones to build a fire. Flames roar and pop as the fire grows. Water splashes against cold metal as it swizzels down into place. The essence of his labor swooshes into the basket as he claps the bonnet down. Steam hisses as the water begins its dance.

Tentatively at first, but it soon rushes upward. Clop, plop, slosh, slooshh... the potion jots and skips in exaltation. Slop, drop, gloosh, bloosh... the tonic is almost ready. Gurgle, slurgle, churgle... redemption draws nearer. Black shimmering, steamy opalescence slides down the Falls into his cup.

Civilization Dawns.

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Flash Fiction~ 104 words
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Ordinary Things Contest  [E] Genres: Activity - Writing.Com by Topaz -- knighted!

Prompt~ what does brewing coffee sound like?
placed third