Welcome to my secret garden party, Willow. She couldn’t talk back, so she just nodded. i poured tea for two, chamomile and lavender. She glanced over at the wild mint patch. I knew what to do, a leaf or two for each cup. Her long,…

“Tea, Please,” he ordered. She thought it unusual that someone as rugged looking As him ordering tea She followed him with her eyes as he sat in the middle of the cafe at a table meant for two She must have stared too long or…

    Without the fluids see I get those migraines But I won’t drink plain water I tried and carried a jug for months Always still half full at twilight Way too many migraines Any one of my ten Classrooms has tea stains on the…

He could have served her tea before the conversation swerved to seeing her at the station with Jack who she dated back before they met. “Will you leave me for Jack?” She left upset, He remained, gazing at the leaves in her cup.

Nothing as perfect as a steaming up of tea in thin, transparent china, thrown against a wall. Nothing as exquisite as a pretty in pink petit fours on a rose bespeckled platter smashed into a pillow or a vase of white roses ripped apart like…