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More Tea Shorts

There is a local establishment called The Scented Leaf, holding a flash fiction contest on tea shorts, that should be around 150 words or less.  I posted two earlier ones on Odes to Tea.  Here are two more.  Hopefully, they will be your “cup of tea” when you read them.  If not, please do not tea-se me to much about them.

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Tea Romance

by Michael Bradley

My dearest Camellia Sinensis, how I do love thee.

Your teeth a silver needle white;

Framed by your delicious rooibos lips;

Heralded in their approach with your fine blossom of scent.

 

I know you have your dark moods.

You can be steaming, but other times you are calming.

We are from different worlds, you fresh and green with life’s flavor;

Myself, an Earl, grown grey.

 

Let me take you off to Darjeeling, where we can mate.

We can wed our essence in the warm waters there.

I can but pekoe at the future and our great happiness.

Oh, how I oolong for that day, when we can steep in bliss.

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The Tea Duel

by Michael Bradley

It was high tea.

The gentle breeze failed to quell the heated temper of the ladies.

They sat in their finest regalia, ready for battle.

No men were privy to this most visceral of wars.

 

Onlookers, the previously beaten, looked on with envy.

Only two remained to decide the contest.

In front of each, the porcelain cup, piping hot with its destructive contents.

Amazing to the palate, but death to the awaiting biscuits.

 

The cucumber sandwiches and scones and tartlets ignored;

The warriors picked up their biscuits and dunked them.

The referee counted the time, announcing the withdrawal.

Each was prepared, retrieving the biscuit with as little stress as possible.

 

The slightest hand quiver would lose, the slightest flinch.

The ladies looked at each other, judging the steel of their rival.

Comparing biscuits, knowing they must consume the moist

Fragility of wafer before it fell.

 

Neither wished to go first, but time must decide all fates.

They moved soft but swift, biscuits towards their lips.

One piece fell, short of its intended mouth.

Victory!  The Lady of the Day exultant!

 

 

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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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