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The Kitten, Part One : Turkish Tea

I'm starting a new project. I'm planning on it being a weekly series of short posts (500-1000 words each) to complete a story idea I had. It'll help me be more regular with posts and also will help me complete a longer story that I need more time to write down. The story isn't meant to be exciting, or particularly interesting. I just want to write it down and I want my style to be the hook. The goal is to have a feeI got the idea from a lovely picture I found online that I'll try to add to the post :
 
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 Part 1 : Turkish Tea I

“Lucy, today’s the day! One Turkish tea please!” yelled out a shrill voice from under the cover of an umbrella as the owner haphazardly tried to put her umbrella away without letting her whitened knuckles lose grip of a small rectangular cloth bag. Recognizing the voice, a faint smile came to life – getting comfortable on the rosy face of a plum waitress who hurried herself over to a customer before apologetically asking them to relocate to a place away from the isolated window in the corner.

“Got your spot vacated for you love, big day – “, the owner of the smile quickly stopped talking as the dripping figure shoved the –even wetter – umbrella into a nearby stand and staggered over to her only to put a heavy hand on her shoulder and slowly lift a finger to her glistening lips before succumbing to the loving arms of gravity and falling onto the armchair next to the window; very comfortably fitting into the imprint that decorated it from years of use.

“One of those days eh? Well don’t you worry dearie I’ll fix you up something real nice real quick. Turkish you said? You sure about that? You know how you get with your tea and this one’s only here for a few months an’ you know it like no-one else! Maybe not get onto this one love? It might not be the best of decisions.” Chuckling as her remark was met once again by a stern look and a finger whipping to attention in front of her lips, she continued on, “Well alright then, you’re a big girl. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when the café can’t supply it no more! With the demand it’s gotten so far its really just a niche with those fellas that wear those new types of glasses and shave their heads from the side and have those rather impressive beards. Can’t really say I get what they’re going for. What next? Man buns?”

Succumbing to the warmth of the armchair, she let her arms and legs sag from exhaustion as the heating dried her hair slowly – tied up in a bun, betraying what had once been neat before the embrace of the rain, now having a long fringe drooping over her, now smeared, lipstick. She let out a sigh while absentmindedly playing with her thumbs as she thought back to the events of the day. Failed interview, panic attacks, a small seizure. It was nothing that hadn’t happened before; she thought as her arm slipped from its rest and found itself onto her sprawled body.

She slipped her hand into her bag and pulled out a worn out old laptop, letting it fall onto the table in front of her before sliding onto the floor in slow bumpy motions and rolling around – much to the amusement of the customers that were looking at her – until coming to a stop, burying her head onto the soft rug and sliding the charger into the socket in one fell swoop. You could almost see her ears twitch as she heard a good-natured chuckle escape Lucy’s mouth whilst bringing a small cup filled with a steaming dark red liquid.


“You alright there kitty? I got you some milk to lap up, I’ll just leave it right here.” Putting the tea down, she turned around only to burst into laughter when the – now dry – figure let out a meow loudly and started rubbing against her legs. She stooped down and scratched behind the ears of the wide eyed ‘kitten’; pointedly ignoring the red marks on her hands and on the back of her neck before gently easing herself away and leaving the kitten – which had already gotten a hand cupping the transparent glass in preparation of some well-earned relief.

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