This is my first "I'm a little tea cup" post and I wanted give a little info about it since there are more to come. These posts will be a little unusual and wading in the odd and creative pool. Anyway, so I enjoy writing short/creative bursts and love tea cups, so I'm combining both and writing posts from the perspective of the tea cup that I'm drinking from. Yes a little out there-but just another way to talk tea. Feel free to add to the story in your comments.
Where: Chapterhouse Cafe & Gallery
I’ve traveled far from a jungle, dressed in native attire of gold vines dangling from my white porcelain exterior. The metallic leaves are starting to fade from thick thumbs that press against me and sponges with a vengeance-but I’m holding on to whatever I can. My handle prefers tiny fingers that slip beneath the curve easily, bulky ones smother her delicate nature (at least that’s what I hear her whimper while bathing in the dishwasher). I prefer to rest on the tiny table by the plant, a spot where I can blend into leaves and just be.
