Friday Fictioneers: T For Tea

It’s Wednesday again, which means it’s time for Friday Fictioneers. It’s always Friday somewhere, right? Not on Earth, but somewhere, somewhere out there among the stars it’s Friday. Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields,each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the following photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett

T For Tea

“Fancy a spot of tea?” Brian asked.

“That was the worst English accent I have ever heard,” Jessica said.

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

“Harsh.”

“I hope your tea is better than your accent.”

“It is. Here. Careful, it’s hot.”

Jessica blew gently on her tea, then carefully sipped. “Mmm… It’s sweet, but there’s something a little tart. Wha…” She grabbed at her throat.

“Remember that time, 30 seconds ago, when you made fun of my English accent?”

Jessica only managed a gurgle in response.

“I’ve been planning my revenge ever since,” Brian cackled through his pseudo-English accent. “At last, vengeance is mine!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I could not think of a reason for Brian to kill Jessica that wasn’t cliché, cheating, embezzling, he found out she was secretly his long-lost sister… I came up with one where she cheated at a game of Monopoly three years ago, and he’s been carefully plotting his revenge. It made me laugh. Then, I decide to just go the full absurd and do a call-back to the accent joke. I was a little concerned that not everybody would remember that from the very beginning of the story but decided to take my chances.

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    1. No one has ever died from drinking tea I’ve made. I get that P.G. Tips directly from England because it’s far superior to the American version like The Office.

      I think I do a decent English accent. No one’s ever commented either way. My roommate has three Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. Very English dogs. When I anthropomorphize them, I do an English accent.

      I had one of the dogs with me and met woman from England in a coffee shop. I told her that anthropomorphize them with English accents, which I wouldn’t do for her because I’d be embarrassed, and she’d probably poison my tea.

      We talked. She told me they spend a lot of time in America but can’t bring their dog, which sounded like, “We cahn’t bring our dowg.” I said, “Oh, why cah… Why cah… (Clear throat) Why not?”

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