“Can’t a girl get a proper cup of tea around here?” asked Katherine.
“Sorry Miss, we only have black coffee.”
“It’s just flavored hot water, no need to act like it’s highfalutin. But I do have very refined tastes when it comes to my beverages.”
“Look, lady, this is jail.”
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My first work day. Grown up.
During lunch I went to the shop canteen. “Chips, egg, mug of tea.”
A pretty girl caught my eye, smiling as I poured several sachets into my drink.
“I like it sweet,” I explained.
She got up and walked over to me. “That’s salt!”
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Gina’s tea tumbled onto the floor. “Oh no!” she cried, reaching for the paper towel.
“Wait!” said Patrick. “The last time you dropped your tea, the spill looked like a heart, and you met your boyfriend later that day. This time, it’s…”
“Just a puddle.”
And then the basement flooded.
This story is based on a title suggested by @KingKool.
“May I buy a cup of tea, please?” he pleads.
She sees him and smiles. This seems to frighten him, so she leaves, returning quickly with a hot cup of tea and a croissant.
“May God bless you, child,” he whispers. He sips the tea delicately, tears in his eyes.
The Invisible Man was written by Honest, who loves to create, mostly with words, and hopes to inspire and be inspired. You can follow Honest on Twitter at http://twitter.com/Honestlyspeakin.