Cold Tea

By: Melissa Ratliff

The skies are the kind of gray that made her want to hunker down and stay in bed. But Mac rises and walks to the kitchen to put on a kettle for a cup of tea. The rain falls heavily outside her window. She finds a warm sweater and puts it on over her jammies.
The kettle calls and she pours the steaming water into her favourite black mug with blue circles. Taking it to the couch, she fluffs the side pillow and settles in. Grabbing her book, she dives into a whole new world. Her tea slowly goes cold.

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