We brew cups of tea and remember them thirty minutes later. The water is still warm when we pull out the teabag, but the liquid is thick and smells bitter. We drink it anyway;the syrupy liquid coats our throats and stains our stomachs. We drink it anyway, since we took the time to make it.
We figure they are like that; bitter, forgotten cups of tea that we invested so much time in making. (We even give them names: Earl Grey, Peppermint, Breakfast Blend, and Chamomile.)
Chamomile was the first to go, clipping the hair above his ears, buttoning himself up inside a black pea coat, tying it all up with a noose-like scarf around his neck.
Inside we mourned, but outside we laughed about how silly this all was. As if the way he wore his hair determined his newfound spite. As if the pea coat was a rite of passage, a ticket to better things.
But then Breakfast Blend, Peppermint, and Earl Grey followed, sweeping locks of hair beneath the rug and buttoning four years inside their pea coats. (It’s the buttoning that kills.) They finish off with a scarf, like a bow on a Christmas present. They burn us with their tongues and make us cry with their taste, but we hold onto them anyway, since we took the trouble to make them.
I'm not sure how I feel about the new submit layout.
A beautiful extended metaphor.
i adore the concpt, and well, everything about this.
I really like this, but I had trouble with the metaphor; I couldn't work out what the relationship between the brewers and the tea's was. However on reading your response to oracle-of-nonsense^ it does make sense (ironically ). Very nice to see you uploading again anyway!
It's an ambiguous relationship (that is sort of revealed in the title), so that the readers can sort of place themselves in the story if it's relevant.
Beautiful, touching, and very original!
I love this. It can be interpreted so many ways, and thats beautiful, cause I like all teh ideas I had about it....I also love tea, and things related to it...sooo....
At first I thought it was about relationships. Then it seemed to me to be more like a mother, watching her children grow up and leave, cut their hair and don "adult"clothes to go out into the world. That could be completely off from what you meant, but either way, I really liked it