Teapot
Teapot
February 1, 2012Dance music blared throughout the dining room, causing the patrons to shout. The soup was thin, the bread not eaten.
Dimmed lights re-shadowed the hot-water pot, which was smaller than the circumference of the cup. Light glinted off the teapot’s curved lip, on the protuberance of its belly, and on the sparse handle’s outer band.
Darker shadows crouched inside its half-opened top into its blackened spout hole. Grays vied with ivory surfaces on the curvatures of cup, saucer and teapot to lie smashed yet rounded on the ironed linen table top.
And the pink skirted rock-singer belted out a mean screech of song.
February 1, 2012Dance music blared throughout the dining room, causing the patrons to shout. The soup was thin, the bread not eaten.
Dimmed lights re-shadowed the hot-water pot, which was smaller than the circumference of the cup. Light glinted off the teapot’s curved lip, on the protuberance of its belly, and on the sparse handle’s outer band.
Darker shadows crouched inside its half-opened top into its blackened spout hole. Grays vied with ivory surfaces on the curvatures of cup, saucer and teapot to lie smashed yet rounded on the ironed linen table top.
And the pink skirted rock-singer belted out a mean screech of song.
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