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Odes to Tea

A couple of flash pieces (had to be 150 words) on Tea.  For the Tucson Steampunk Society, which has awesome tea parties and tea contests.

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Sensational

by Michael Bradley

Exotic herbal aromas hint of ancient lands and mysterious unspoken secrets.

The steam darkens almost imperceptibly as the tender leaves release their potions.

Suspended beneath the enticingly hot waters the green magic is coaxed from its burnished cage as the gentle liquid soothes it to submission.

 

The china resists ever so slightly when first lifted, as if reluctant to divulge its hidden mysteries too soon.

Waters in the mouth seek that in the vessel with anticipation.

Flavors cascade on the tongue in a warm summer rain.

Explosions of robust health and calm shout their happy arrival.

 

Peace, harmony, self-worth and happiness flood throughout.

Gentle harmonies and sub-harmonies play their delightful melodies.

Time slows and deep thoughts arise, long in stressful slumber, released in the moment of bliss.

Only when the brew is finished and the last drop of the elixir drained, does reality come washing back in with the other cares of life less exciting.

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Enduring

by Michael Bradley

Once both peasants and Emperors tread upon my soil.

Great empires have risen and fallen, the blood of many washed away with the eons of rain, growth, and harvest.

Outsiders arrived from time to time.

Throughout, our worth was always recognized.

 

Whether petty money, tyrannical opium trade or war, all sought to possess us.

They realized not that we shall endure long after they have passed.

Our roots dig into the ancient soil; our leaves are bright in the sun.

We reach for the sky for its light and warmth, to the Earth for its dark nutrients.

 

Despite the trod of conquerors, we endure.

Our golden, orange, black and green treasured greater than gold, silver or bronze.

Youngest and smallest among us, our green leaves even bring life.

Tea we are.  Long ago the great lizards chewed upon our vines.  Now the humans boil our leaves for drink.

We will endure for the next ones who come.

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Free Tweet Fiction

Tweet fiction is a story written in less than 140 characters or less.  That is correct, not 140 words – CHARACTERS.  It is a mix between haiku like poetry and a story.  I have included below some of my tweet fiction, seven of which were published in various publications.  Here they are presented to you for free.  The title follows each in parenthesis.  The reason is, given the short length of the story, the title I believe gives away too much if given first.  Enjoy!

Tweet Flash Fiction

by Michael Bradley

 Soaring through the wild blue, air in my face.  The sun is warm, then terror, my chest a burst of pain, I plummet.  The ground rushes up, I hear, “Go get em’ boy, good dog.”

(The Hunt)

 *****

 The face in the mirror looked old.   Lines, gray wispy hair, tired milky pupils.  It was a reverse Dorian Grey.  Inside I still feel young, but my reflection bears the truth.

(Reflection)

 *****

 The swells crest, the boat surges, nothing left to vomit.  Twenty days, no fresh water now.  We few look at each other with hunger.  Will rescue arrive in time?

(Lifeboat)

*****

 Salty spray, crisp wet breeze, seagulls crying in triumph as they catch a fish.  Crunchy sand between my toes and my pretty bride splashing.  The good life.

(The Good Life)

*****

 Warm and secure, deep beats.  Bright light, pain, I scream.  Boring classes, finally done.  Never fast enough for the boss.  Cast aside and old.  A hand clasps mine as the last breath escapes.

(Lifecycle)

*****

 Morning!  Hooray!  Outside to the bathroom.   Ooh!  Back inside for my treat.  Lap some water.  Sleep.  Oh, they threw that toy, run, run, run.  Time for bed…sigh.

(My Dog)

*****

 A spot hmmm.  Strange place for a spot, still there.  “Doc, need something for my cold.  By the way, got a strange spot.”  Spot cut off.  Phone rings later, “Cancer.”

(Out Damned Spot)

*****

 Words on a page.  Do they suck?  Read them to family and friends – good comments, they don’t ask for more.  Read them to others – edits.  Words on a page.  Do they suck?

(Doubt)

 

 

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