100 Word Challenge

12/03/18


The Teacup


Every Sunday I would visit her. It was the highlight of my week. Every time there was a different baked treat; pink iced buns, chewy chocolate chip cookies, and rich chocolate cupcakes. And always a cup of tea.

It has been five Sundays now since I haven’t been to visit her. The five worst Sundays of my life.

Today I found the teacup that my Grandma bought me for my birthday three years ago.

I carried the cup to the cemetery. I sat on the lush grass under the shade of a tree. There, I half buried my teacup. Half the teacup remains to remind me of my heart, now broken in two.