Tea tree

“Oh, my dear… another cup of tea, please?” asked a dignified voice. “Can you rub my feet too, dear?” distinguished as it sounds. A small inside laugh follows, “oh my it tikkles under my little pinky toe.” Well one look as the nose rose and wish the ears didn’t hear that comment. As my throath caughs up a slight laugh, while her toes look like little mushrooms.

Holding a dandy little cup with a small pinky finger in the air. Slightly sipping the strong made water. From a land down under, after wandering the seas. In posh clothes and English accent showing off riches. Leaves friends and family behind with wounded hearts. The skin tells their sad stories. “Oh so many memories were made….” sighing the words. The travel was exhausting, my hair is a mess, it was too much…. The nose is going up and down. One big breath to get the odor in. “What is it, that i smell?” as the excitement is going up.

“Oh is it funghi, do we have mushroomsoup on the menu?” the smelly lady asks in her posh voice. Silence takes over the moment… Clearly tired of the many tasks guests ask over and over again…. The fatique is an understatement… Taking and taking like parasites…. “Do you understand what i asked?” the voice asks again in the silence… After a while the ears are closed… and can’t hear a word they say…. Back there is, bacteries… “What is it ma’am, you would like a bath?”

september 2023