The lady in my cup of tea

Very awkward moment despite being an indirect descendent of a bloody person that noone has a clue about I was unable to wake the young lady who had fallen asleep in my cup of tea . I had been visiting the lavabo and returned to find her snoring gently …There was no sign of towel or discarded clothes. There was  a small jotter with a graphite pencil nestled on an adjacent table …  looking up and down to draw attention to my  libation  I failed in that also …my friends would chide me for not bringing her home and I was concerned she might wake as I promenaded along the promenade ( pronounced like lemonade) I poked her with a ginger snap … and poured some milk on her head ….. this was not the first encounter I had with bathers in my  midday refreshments and I was confident it was not the last . I flipped the cup upside down onto the saucer and ran ….

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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