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How: Submit your stories as a comment to this post, along with your name, word count, and title (and Twitter handle or blog if you've got 'em!). However many entries you like!
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YOUR PROMPT:
Gawking like that made him look stupid.
Gawking like that made him look stupid.
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| Maybe this isn't entirely unrelated this week. Or maybe it is. o.o |
"Tea Break"
ReplyDeleteby Colin D Smith
Twitter: @colin_d_smith
Blog: www.colindsmith.com/blog
Word Count: 218 (no editing)
Margaret watched Julia pour from the silver teapot then hand her the cup and saucer.
“Milk?” Julie said, handing Margaret a small china jug.
“Thank you, my dear,” said Margaret. She dribbled milk into the cup and stirred with a spoon Julia had set before her.
“I say, this is a delightful china set you have. Where did you get it?”
“Papa,” said Julia, pouring a cup for herself. “They are real china, from Peking. He purchased them for me on his way to India a few years ago.”
“That’s jolly impressive.”
Julia smiled and took a seat opposite her friend.
“Oh!” said Margaret suddenly, with a wave of her hand.
“Too hot?”
“No—it’s… the flavor of this tea. What is it?”
“Darjeeling. Isn’t it wonderful?”
“Yes, yes it is. Where did you find this blend?”
“My father picked it up from India.”
Julia enjoyed the hint of envy in her friend’s eyes. She knew it was wrong, but last time Margaret visited, she couldn’t stop herself showing off her dress from Paris, and her Italian gloves. Now it was time for her to bask in the sun of Margaret’s attentions.
“Is there anything else your father picked up in India for you?”
Julia grinned. “Oh yes!”
Margaret raised her eyebrows.
“A fiancé.”
Margaret dropped her cup.