A Half-Drunk Mug of Tea


I am looking for my tea-mugs; one is green, the other, floral. I find them on the window-sill, both half drunk, as always.

It tells me two things; she must have been here twice, and I would make a poor house-maid. I take the mugs, head for the kitchen to pour them out. Instead, I place them on the sink. I glare at them, suddenly realizing that a half-drunk mug of tea is no longer a half-drunk mug of tea.

It is a song, played at the right time, then the wrong. It is a book, recommended, then left to dust. It is a movie, shared, then returned.

It has a pair of eyes now. It has hair. It has a voice, and even a particular way of touching my hand.

“Well, shit,” I tell the tea. It doesn’t get angry, it doesn’t mock. It is tea.

I pour it out.

How the hell am I going to spend the rest of my life avoiding half-drunk mugs of tea? I think, setting the kettle on.


Author: Flash-365

Author Benjamin Davis and artist Nikita Klimov created one story and one picture each day for one year. In May 2018 they published their first book, The King of FU

18 thoughts

  1. Hahaha, again a story that makes me laugh … well, I love drunken tea cups, …no need to explain… And the situations are very figurative, bravo !
    And no need to worry. Better communicate with teacups, than put them thoughtlessly in the refrigerator and find them three days later there!

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  2. I think you will have to take a stand here and make sure you sit down and drain every last drop from now until forever. There is no way out. Just will power. Or drink whisky. You can never leave a cup half drunk then. Or maybe then you can be the one who is half drunk.

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