Tea Time by Ali Hie
- Jan 29, 2015
- 2 min read
Tea Time
The whistle begins to blow, soft at first then grows into a strong, sharp pitch. The girl watches as the old woman flips off the switch to the gas stove and the scream dies down. She watches as the woman pours the hot water into two big cups, over tea bags and sets the kettle back on the stovetop.
The woman moves slowly as she fixes the hot drinks. The girl sits quietly, tampering with a cigarette package. The woman joins her at the seat across from the girl, placing a tea in front of each. Exchanging a soft smile with one another. The woman sits with her legs turned away from the table, crossing them around one another twice, in a fashion that always boggled the young girls mind. The woman scrunches her face, cigarette in mouth, and brings the light to the tip of the cigarette, squinting her eyes tight. The young girl has her hand twisted up in chunk of her blonde long hair. The old woman sighs and rubs her face with her free hand. They both sip their tea.
The whistle begins to blow, soft at first then grows into a strong, sharp pitch. A young woman sets down her cigarette and quickly shuffles over to flip the switch of the stove. The whistle dies down. The young woman pours the hot water into two cups, over tea bags. After fixing the tea the woman passes by a shelf with a photo of an old woman on it. She sits on an off-white couch and wraps a chocolate brown throw blanket around her shoulders, picks up her tea and leans back into a cushion. Out the bay window a slow fluffy snowfalls, and is filling up the street. The night is quiet and dark; all except for the soft whirs and howls of the wind and the light from the street lamps that glitters off the flakes. The woman holds the hot beverage to her face and breathes in the warmth, before putting the cup to her mouth. The other tea sits on the table cooling by the moment. The woman sighs and rubs her face with her free hand, before noticing the smoke still dancing off of the cigarette forgotten in the ashtray. She leans forward and picks up the smoke between her fingers and brings it to her mouth, she breathes deep and leans her head back on the cushion.
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