The Tea Wars

Apr 10, 2009 13:01

The last of his kind. That's what he was - standing alone, the wind blowing through his hair, spots of rain hitting his face. He felt as though there should be some sort of thoughtful, nostalgic, yet heroic music playing in the background. You know the type . . . depicting the hero's sensitive and tortured side, the horrors he had wittnessed, and ( Read more... )

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afternoonslug April 11 2009, 18:05:19 UTC
That was the best story! I was grinning all the way through. Partly because I went out for some tea today and had it in this little china teacup and matching saucer and was given a flowery pot to accompany it.

I much prefer the mug though.

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manchester_red April 12 2009, 08:25:45 UTC
Thank you! I was aiming for a good dollop of Brit humour there. Glad you liked it. More short stories to come.

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