Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
Cured
Once upon a time there was a man staring out into space. An elderly couple walked by, and couldn’t help staring at him staring out into space. They decided to make it their project to capture this staring in stone, so entranced were they by his staring. They had barely begun when they ran into a few hiccups. Every day that went by, they just kept staring at the starer and plotting their project. Then, one day, they drank ten consecutive sips of water with their noses blocked and had an idea. ‘Why don’t we get a block of stone?’ they asked themselves as a leaf fell off an oak tree. Because of that, that is, the falling leaf, they said, ‘Right, we better get moving then’, and then because of that, they stared dawningly at each other and asked, ‘Isn’t it odd how we always say the same thing at the same time?’, until finally, with a surprised little smile, the staring man got up, stretched, and said, ‘I think I’ve got it.’
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Cuppa-time.
Thank goodness for the cup of tea. Something to do. I bet the beauty of cups of tea has been written about as many times as there are grains of sand on this planet. I stole that from The Bible. Free association can be scary/fun/interesting. Even meaningless boring utter crap. But I digress from the cup of tea. It warmed my tummy. It hydrated me. It felt good. It smelt and tasted good. It was just what I needed. Ah, the piquancy. Thanks, goodness. One can only drink so many cups of tea in a day though. Beyond that, there is…?
This is not about a cup of tea. I know this is crap but I still search for the I don’t know what. Nevertheless, cups of tea have been good to me in my life.