“I know you”

The teapot had a Buddha painted on it and he poured the tea with great reverence. A ritual that had clearly repeated throughout the years unchanging. He carefully arranged the cups in their saucers, lovingly swirled the tea leaves around the pot, and didn’t speak until the tea was poured and he had added the milk and sugar. When he did speak, the words rolled across his tongue, heavy and husky, and she knew that these words were also a ritual, often repeated with every girl he enticed back to his flat.

“I know you, I know what you are,” he paused to let her soak up the significance. “I know everything about you, from your fears to your needs. I know with what I like to call my uncommon sense.”

She hadn’t the heart to tell him she didn’t take sugar in her tea, instead she sipped it dutifully, while he went on to explain her thoughts.

17 thoughts on ““I know you”

    1. He is! Just listened, that is much sadder and more profound than my little story. Thank you for sharing 🙂


  1. Interesting tale – love the “game on” attitude of sitting there, “dutifully sipping and listening” …. of course, it makes me think: and? what comes of this? LOL ….. so many possibilities and questions …. but as a whole, stands firmly well done 🙂

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    1. Thank you very much. I guess that is always the deal with flash fiction – just a taster of an idea, most of the interesting work happens in the head of the reader. Glad you liked it! 🙂

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