Wow. You look down the insanley packed street through the crowd. There's a clearing right through and all you can see are nine people formed in a tiny parade. They are dressed in outfits that look just like the flag.
You duck into a small pub and it's the only place that's not crowded. This scares you a tad.
You mumble over the roar of the crowd outside,"Whatever's fresh." You tear through the building and take the booth all the way in the back. The whole place is decorated for the Olympics that ended yesterday. Not this booth. Black leather seats, British flag armrests. Your favorite part though, is that glorious table. Every time you came to visit your Grandmother here, you came to this little pub, however...you remember it more crowded. You were always drawn to that amazing table. It's only sparkley white with a huge sheet of glass over it. However... what was magic was what was between the glass. Beautiful pictures from every country in the world. Ones of Egyptian gods, Alaskan dogs, Tokyo all lit up on New Years Day....
"You order Tea of the Day?" Asks a man who looks like he hasn't slept in a month. Does he know he interupted your deep thoughts of peace from long ago and far away.
"Huh? Oh,yes." Wow, you really wish this place was how you remember it. Well, you shove your memories aside and hold the pinkish teacup in your hands. It's not exactly cold, but the seeping warmth feels good. You smile when you look at the cup closer. It has tiny cats and balls of yarn.
You hover your nose above the cup and tears shoot straight to your eyes. It smells like chamomile. Without anymore hesitation... your lips sip with a sound you happen to love. The tea burns the inside of your mouth; you don't care. You use your toungue to swirl the amazing liquid around. The tea is a bunch of components; after every second a new flavor joins in the tiny dance of flavors. At first it was pumpkin then they added in like this: mint, chamomile, candied ginger, and finally french toast.
Within seconds, your cup is done.
ONE MONTH LATER:
"Good job everyone!!" You finally hang that sign that youv'e been working on for a month. The sign reads in bright red letters GRAND RE-OPENING OF CUP OF TEA!!! You walk inside and almost cry. The little pub you love is filled and orders are flying out of the kitchen. You did it. You got your memories back together.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!
You duck into a small pub and it's the only place that's not crowded. This scares you a tad.
You mumble over the roar of the crowd outside,"Whatever's fresh." You tear through the building and take the booth all the way in the back. The whole place is decorated for the Olympics that ended yesterday. Not this booth. Black leather seats, British flag armrests. Your favorite part though, is that glorious table. Every time you came to visit your Grandmother here, you came to this little pub, however...you remember it more crowded. You were always drawn to that amazing table. It's only sparkley white with a huge sheet of glass over it. However... what was magic was what was between the glass. Beautiful pictures from every country in the world. Ones of Egyptian gods, Alaskan dogs, Tokyo all lit up on New Years Day....
"You order Tea of the Day?" Asks a man who looks like he hasn't slept in a month. Does he know he interupted your deep thoughts of peace from long ago and far away.
"Huh? Oh,yes." Wow, you really wish this place was how you remember it. Well, you shove your memories aside and hold the pinkish teacup in your hands. It's not exactly cold, but the seeping warmth feels good. You smile when you look at the cup closer. It has tiny cats and balls of yarn.
You hover your nose above the cup and tears shoot straight to your eyes. It smells like chamomile. Without anymore hesitation... your lips sip with a sound you happen to love. The tea burns the inside of your mouth; you don't care. You use your toungue to swirl the amazing liquid around. The tea is a bunch of components; after every second a new flavor joins in the tiny dance of flavors. At first it was pumpkin then they added in like this: mint, chamomile, candied ginger, and finally french toast.
Within seconds, your cup is done.
ONE MONTH LATER:
"Good job everyone!!" You finally hang that sign that youv'e been working on for a month. The sign reads in bright red letters GRAND RE-OPENING OF CUP OF TEA!!! You walk inside and almost cry. The little pub you love is filled and orders are flying out of the kitchen. You did it. You got your memories back together.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!