Tea Party
By Kashu Arashi
He tilted the warmed kettle, just far enough that the liquid teetered on the rim without spilling into the small, porcelain cup beneath it.
"Is that enough, Mary Louise?" He smiled, imagining the small lady nodding, replying that yes, it was, enough for her, Emily, Nancy, Camilla. Violet took her tea with sugar and cream.
Finally he served himself. He then set the kettle down, lifting his cup, uncaring of the figure he struck, dressed in his white business suite, surrounded by lace and velvets. He let the drink slip past his lips, sake from a tea set, acid from purity.
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