Prompt 9, powdered drinks (for a sequel, see chapter 19)
He held the glass up, watching as bits of orange powder slowly dripped down, streaming their hue behind them, changing clear water to colored. Stirring the drink, he watched the particles swirl around, the bright tangerine getting darker as the liquid tornado melted most grains – but not quite all. Small, dark clumps clung, undissolved, to the glass's edges at the surface, and he grimaced with distaste.
Sighing, he raised the glass and drank, the sweet-sour taste of artificial orange rushing past his protesting tongue.
"Just because I'm an astronaut doesn't mean I have to drink Tang, Dad," John muttered.