just a girl in love with words
freshly-boiled water swirls into the teacup, heating the thin porcelain from the first teaspoon. the water clouds over with tea releasing a faint scent into the air above. on the tray in front, a plate of biscuits await. later, the morning has warmed and the tea is forgotten, left to go stone-cold amidst the busyness… Continue reading tea-time
the coffeepot stands on the kitchen bench, untouched for several months. it's been ignored in favour of a line of teapots, separate pots for different varieties, a routine carving itself out over time. two cups of energizing in the early morning, the second of which is poured into a travel cup; one of plain black… Continue reading of thirst
the lawn is green, but only just. it's dried, crunching under foot (summer) green tea brews amber; mini tidal wave into thin porcelain cups. bottle of fabric detergent in the laundry; keeping clothing fresh.
OK. It's been a long day and I'm tired. An hour on the bus, and I just want to sit down.Argh. I hear voices. Odd... no-one else is due home for another few hours. Alright, this is nothing to worry about yet. It may just be the radio. From next door, because I know I… Continue reading The Faux Landlords
