Willow was pouring tea down her giant cup, looking forward to a calm morning reading the paper and listening to the radio. As she was about to take the first sip of her lovely blueberry tea, she noticed a foreign body in her cup. A fly had dived into the pool of warm tea, and drowned. Turning up her nose, Willow poured out her untouched tea and the dead fly. What a waste. Making new tea and pouring herself a new cup, tranquillity ones more filled her. The newspapers didn't report too much misery (at least not the cultural pages) and the music coming out from the radio belonged to the category "feel-good". Halfway through her morning cup of tea, a new kamikaze pilot was circling itself in above her cup. Then it dived in and died. Willow poured the remaining tea with the new dead fly out, turned off the radio and folded the paper. The magic of a nice morning had certainly been broken.
2 comments:
They must like Blueberries. I had a spider in mine once, they leave a strange taste...
Ouch, that sounds a lot worse!!!
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