The Can on A Desk

The Item:

A can. This is the picture of the empty can on my desk. The desk was quite empty and the can stood there as the biggest item on my desk! lol.

The Story:

The can stood there on its own. It looked around, but there wasn't any other cans around. The desk was so clean. The can was so sure that there were a lot of its kind just a moment ago. Why did he got left behind? Is he special? Or he's just got forgotten? 


The room was quite, he even could hear the AC singing its heart out. Just another lonely song. The can never understood the song, but when it stood there on its own, the can could feel the pain, the same pain that the AC had been trying to tell to the rest of the room. 

Just a moment later, the can felt a heat inside of him. It was getting stronger as the time went by. It only took couple seconds for the can to understand: He was chosen, he was special. 

The can could hear the ticking sound from the device inside of him. Nobody ever told him what would happen next. And it was quick, really quick. Once he was there, next he was everywhere. 

No more sad song from the AC. No more tears on the desk. No more punches to the wall, and no more pain for the boy who drank the last drop of him. The can knew, he understood. The smile told him everything, the smile from the boy before the explosion....