The Marker (Fiction Story)

A pencil crayon is very simple. It’s a coloured cylinder of wood. You scratch it against paper to let some colour go onto the surface, and boom. You have a drawing! But, markers are way more complicated. When you take the lid off an “ordinary” marker, say orange for example, a small lever (made by mechanics) automatically presses a button, which turns on a force on in some pipes that sends prepared ink (crushed from fresh oranges grown by farmers) to the tip, a sponge. The ink soaks out of the sponge due to gravity and gently smudges the surface. When the cap is put back on, the juice-ink suddenly pushes back through the pipes due to the force made by the trembling and flows to a bucket. A spoon then would scoop some juice and pour it into a jug, where the ink would be filtered (for safety purposes) and get divided equally into one thousand barrels with messages taped on them that say, “your family’s day supply of food” The oranges that were not crushed would be sent separately in a small tin to each of the families. The rest of the juice and oranges would be added to the emergency food supply or donated to homeless “people”.