February 3, 2007
Flash Fiction Number 7 - A cup of Tea
A story in 100 words.
A cup of Tea
A German-made precision timepiece was not as regular as his visits. The early-morning crinkled smile, tea in a dainty white cup. You could count on it.
The earthy aroma wafted past my nose. I lifted my cup, closed my eyes, drew in the breath of life and like clockwork he arrived. His smile gestured for me to sit and enjoy life. So I sat, listened and smiled. Oh, the stories that are held in a cup of tea!
The noise from the street collided into my senses and the peaceful, earthy smell mixed with exhaust and commotion. He was gone.
Posted by carl1236 at February 3, 2007 6:37 PM | Writing