Just a Tea Party
By Heidi Barnes
It was an everyday tea party. Nothing seemed amiss
with the world, or at least our little corner of it. The sun was shining. The
blue of the sky so brilliant that it dazzled the eye. Large white fluffy clouds
intermittently drifted across looking like large cotton balls, yet never seemed
to float across the face of the sun. The light breeze was warm, stirring the
boganvia and large white mums that climbed the trellises around us. Large hats
in different pastels to match expensive sheath dresses and matching patent
heals. Laughter, small talk, red lipstick smiles, the eyes obscured by large
Just an everyday tea party in an empty life where
nothing goes wrong, yet anything can happen.
A spark in the darkness. Such a little thing.
Almost unnoticeable, unless you know where to look. Time moves on, the spark
grows into a flame. Coaxed to life by winds of change. Some change is good,
some bad. Only time can tell as the emptiness fills whether the flame will
light the way, or burn into chaos and ruin.
Feed the flame. Embrace it. Let it burn the
emptiness away. What do you have to lose when you have nothing to begin with
Just an everyday tea party. Large rimmed pastel
hats, small talk and laughter.
Blood red lips curve into a smile. The time is
right, the pieces in place. The inspecting mass naively compliant. The hat
slowly lifts, the smile smug, knowing what is to come and relishing the
outcome. Finally eyes come into view. The deepest blue of sapphire flash in the
light of the sun. In a nothing life where everything is possible, chaos begins
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