Josh placed the steaming cup of tea before Janice.
Placing her hands on the table, her delicate fingers just touching the edges of the cup, she raised an inquiring brow at Josh.
‘Half a cup of water brought to a rolling boil. The flame was reduced as you prefer, and one heaped spoon of tea leaves added. For 3 minutes, I let it simmer and took it off the stove. Two lumps sugar, just the way you like it, Janice.’
Janice’s wheelchair-bound form relaxed and her face broke into a smile. Her eloquent silence cloaked her like a protective shawl.
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.