Sunday, July 2, 2017
The cherry-red kettle screamed in protest as the burner sent its contents into a rolling boil. She rushed over to flip the whistle up and silence the offending thing then grasped the handle, taking care to avoid the searing steam. She gingerly poured the molten water into a giant mug where a Jasmin-Green teabag awaited its demise.
I drink buckets of tea so I tried #5 from 365 Creative Writing Prompts.