Tuesday, 23 August 2022
I Asked Sorrow to Tea
I asked Sorrow to tea yesterday.
Nothing too ostentatious, just some Darjeeling steeping in my China teapot;
and crackly toast with butter, sugar and a sprinkling of pepper.
Old familiar comfort food.
Sorrow was wary. And bloated with sting. Not unexpected.
I let the tea warm my palms. And the sweet buttery salty peppery toast soothe my heart.
Then I put out my now warmed hand to her. And offered her a toast.
We crunched in silence, washing down toast crumbs with the warm tea.
I mustered a smile.
You have to stay for long here..... I said to her. Very very long. Let's be friends.
Startlingly, Sorrow smiled from behind the teacup, showing toast crumbs on her teeth.
And then she let go of her sting.
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