As we stop for the third time this night on our road trip, we come close to a small tea stall, lit up by a small lantern that gave an orange-yellow glow to the cups on the counter top. I walked up to the middle aged man and ordered cups of tea for my buddies and I. As he prepared our tea, he started a conversation about his family, about how his children never get along and always end up fighting at the dinner table, about how his wife makes them hold each other's ears as punishment even though they are old enough to move out. In return, I shared stories about my family, about how my siblings and I act like a bunch of kids even though we are in our mid twenties and above. We share a small laugh as he hands me the cups of tea and we turn away from each other, merely strangers again.
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Author's Note
Thank you so much for reading Tea Stall! I am really sorry for not being active lately and I hope this makes up even the slightest bit for my absence. Don't forget to comment and vote!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Creative writing
Historia Corta❞Wᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʙʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ғʟᴏᴡs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ... Oʀ sᴏ I ʜᴏᴘᴇ❞ -----------------------------------
