His healing came in the form of an ordinary pale blue and vibrant green cup. The blended hues mixed flawlessly into a full turquoise color.
A plain cup and saucer with a chip on its side in the shape of a small pentagon. He liked putting his pinky inside it as he drank. Noticing the irregular, scratched surface against his skin.
It was nothing extraordinary about the cup — except it was his favorite. He drank from it every day, holding the saucer precariously between his callused fingers, sipping hot tea between parched lips.
A cup of calm surrender to distract him from the horrors of the day as a law enforcement officer. He’d seen so much. More than any human being should. The cup of tea helped him regain his equilibrium.
A small cup of tea.
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Elizabeth Woods
My name is Lizzy and I'm a mom, an author, school teacher and an MFA creative writing graduate. I write emotion-filled fiction narratives and mental health articles. This is my website: www.elizabethwoodsauthor.com
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