c i g a M g n i d Fin by Cheryl Turner Watching the dark amber liquid cascade from the spout of her grandmother’s teapot, Rebecca was nearly hypnotized. Her vision cleared at the movement of a hand. She blinked. She waited patiently as her grandmother added a little sugar and a splash of milk to the dainty teacup. Rebecca was fascinated by the way the creamy white and golden-amber liquid swirled together. Her grandmother silently stirred the concoction with a small silver spoon, then offered Rebecca the cup and saucer with experienced grace. No clinking. No clatter. Praying silently that she would not spill, Rebecca tenderly caressed the saucer. with her small hands. She carefully raised the saucer and lifted the cup to her lips. Glancing down into the cup, she could see herself looking back in a cloudy reflection. ‘It is just like a magic mirror,’ she thought to herself. Rebecca savored the delicious fluid as it passed over her tongue—she was suddenly transported. She had entered a space with no time. There was no worry in this place. She allowed herself to relax, and she drifted away for a short time. Before she even knew it, she had finished her cup of magical tea. She was aware that her grip on the cup had loosened. She gingerly sat the cup down in front of her and smiled at her grandmother who was watching from across the table. Marion smiled back at her and said, “You never even spilt a drop. Well done, Becca. I believe there will be many more teatimes for you and me.”
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