Tea
-What was it, he wonders. Her, simply her. That’s too simple isn’t it? A smile almost escapes him. Maybe there was more. He drinks his tea. She always had tea. Maybe it was the way she drank her tea, not that it was all that distinct, but it was, her. She would pour honey on the spoon, then squeeze lemon over it, before she sank it into the cup to dissolve. She’d never take the spoon out, even as she drank. She liked to mix the tea, even after the honey and lemon had stopped being honey and lemon. She […]