Tea time.A Story by RoriSShort story. Sort of.
She smiles at her husband across the table and he smiles, oh so lovingly, back, the sun reflecting off his teeth.
She raises her mug. “To us,” she says, her voice vigorous. He smiles and nods. “Do you want some, my dear?” she whispers to the cold and dark house, her tea pouring on an empty chair. © 2012 RoriSAuthor's Note
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