
A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything.
Not relationships for sure… who would know it better than her?
There has to be that one point somewhere they agree on. Religion, politics, philosophy, hobbies, entertainment, food, money…. Sadly, there is none.
Whatever was held in common has dwindled down over the years, or died a natural death.
She carries the tray to the balcony, where they would sip their favourite tea together, and then get on with their lives…. alone.
They watch the sun rise every morning, and then carry their own suns in different directions. The day begins…

How very sad and unfortunately, relatable. Excellent writing though. Well done!
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Thank you so much!
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So poignant. Love that image.
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Thanks so much!
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My pleasure.
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My pleasure Reena.
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Sad and too true for many.
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Thank you, Patricia!
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“They watch the sun rise every morning, and then carry their own suns in different directions” Oh such a poignant line. Heartbreaking yet beautiful.
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Thank you, Raivenne!
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Great take, Reena!
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Thank you, Sarah!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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despite her losses and cut costs
she still had far more than some or any
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That’s true for many relationships
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Agree. Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome Reena
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Loved it ❤️
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Thanks!
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Those words of you reveals many tales behind
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That is the beauty of flash fiction.
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Yss indeed 🤞
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