She picked an old-fashioned tea kettle because it whistled when the water boiled. That evoked wonderful memories of her grandfather, and how Gramps taught her to brew the perfect cup of tea.
Now, the process was a meditation for her. She took great care in selecting the right leaf, heating the water to just this side of boiling, then steeping the brew to coax the fullest flavor. Left too long and the tea is bitter, not long enough, and it’s too weak.
It was like contemplating forgiveness. Hers needed to steep a little longer before it could be served.
Thin spiral notebook 
AH! I loved the way you used both prompts, how forgiveness needs to steep, to settle, to come in time.
(I have truly missed your writing my friend. And I’ve missed Velvet’s prompts too, perhaps it’s time to pick up the pen again.)
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We’ve definitely missed you too!
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Lovely. Lovely.
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Yes is there more of this story? I too would like to know more of her – I am sure it must be a she. My partne uses tea bags on the rare occasions he makes tea. So..
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Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
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Si loved this piece. It really gave me a good feeling of who your character is and how she (not sure why I think it’s a ‘she’ – is it?) thinks and loves her life. I’d like to follow the story
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