Benny made her tea every morning, even after she was gone. The tea cup sat steaming on the kitchen table, a habit he could not shake.
He would whisper to the empty chair, tell her about his day, the weather, the cat, how much he misses her, how much he loves her.
One morning, the cup was empty when he returned. Lipstick lightly smudged the rim. The chair creaked.
A breeze grazed his ear: “Too much honey, again.” He dropped the cup. Shards scattered. Silence. He smiled, swept them up, and boiled water.
Tomorrow’s blend would be perfect. Less honey.
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Susan Fourtané
Susan Fourtané is a Science and Technology Journalist, a professional writer with over 18 years experience writing for global media and industry publications. She's a member of the ABSW, WFSJ, Society of Authors, and London Press Club.
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