Tuesday 14 January 2020

Day 87



Arthur struggled in with the tea tray and did a very good impersonation of Mrs Overall which did not amuse Rosemary but made Pat giggle.

Rosemary poured the tea. Slowly. Slowly. Broken orange pekoe mingling with periwinkle. Broken dreams drowning in blue.

Rosemary looked over the rim. For a minute there was a suspicion of – what was that? What was that smirk that glided creepily across those thin lips? Ah yes, we know what that is don’t we?  That is triumph.

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