Storm's Brewin'

Swirling black liquid stormed in the mug, filling the boy's thoughts with rain clouds. His father, Joe, had left over his drink and rushing to finish what he called 'serious business.' "Serious business..." The boy mumbled to himself, rubbing his chin as if stroking the make-believe beard he grew. He continued to slash around the cooling liquid, bubbles turning into boats in peril. A giggle; the little god was pleased. "You can do it Mister Sailor-Man, the storm will end very soon!" He cheered on his disciple. The deity placed the cup on the table, continuing to watch the storm within the golden mug. The bubbles rocked and bobbled only stopping when it finally popped. Rest in peace, Mister Sailor-Man.