The house was filled with tea from around the world. Fruity, nutty, smoky, spiced, Indian, English, some that smelled and some that took you around the world just by sipping.
The kitchen and living room were littered with cups, glasses, saucers and spoons. A variety of sizes stacked amongst each other. Some were plastic, ceramic, glasses, and some with little gold leaf rims that shined within the still sunlight.
Some of the cups were part of a matching set, others just selected from road trip stations, hotel lobbies, and traveling shops along the way.
Silly, little tea cups, small beautiful pots with saucers, cups, and tea lying around like lazy memories of days in the sun. Beautiful, gentle cups that were filled with memories and chatter.
Family, daughters gathered around sipping tea in all its tastes and forms. Different tea for different seasons. Indian, spiced, English, fruity, smoky, or nutty. Different teas for different daughters. Plastic, ceramic, glass, and little gold leaf rim ones.
Her and her daughters gathered in the living room and when they weren't there, they were in the backyard. Soaking in summer sun while they sipped tea casually. Years passed on, teas changed. Styles changed and with that life changed. By all that remained the same, was the cups and saucers handed down from mothers to daughters.
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General FictionThese are just short stories that I wrote. Most of them center around people who talk to me and I base many of the stories off their experiences. copyright 2021
