Tea time.
The kettle shrieked on top of the blazing, red-hot burner. The tea pot sitting on the counter next to the stove waited for it's turn, the tags from the tea hanging over the lip from their pristine cotton strings. Of course, they were...
The kettle shrieked on top of the blazing, red-hot burner. The tea pot sitting on the counter next to the stove waited for it's turn, the tags from the tea hanging over the lip from their pristine cotton strings. Of course, they were...