But when the couple taped newspaper over the picture windows
and even the front door glass panels, people began to wonder. When an old pick-up started arriving every evening, always at the last light of
dusk, the talk really got going. Some, who could always be relied upon for the
latest gossip, drove by the place extra slowly and gave reports of a wide variety
of antiques being unloaded: two china cabinets; a grandfather clock; a pie
safe; at least a dozen tables and countless chairs, none matching any that went
before or after. All in all, too much to fit inside the space of the business. This
got the gossips’ tongues wagging, saying the place was going to be an antique
store instead of a restaurant, and that notion began to catch on when a huge
old hall tree was moved in.
The man finally hung this sign today, and it seems like they do
intend to serve lunch…but only to clients with big hats, which is obviously why
they needed that hall tree. The couple must have been riled by all the talk
going ‘round about them, since whispers are pointed to go somewhere across the
street even though only the gas company building sits there. No word from the
town gossips.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her.
2 comments:
I love the whole idea of your "Tea Leaf Tales" — from the discipline imposed by the brevity to the airy flavor of the observations.
Just last night I went to an open mic (music, mostly) here in my neck of the woods (NY), and I was amazed at the self-indulgence that some people permit themselves when sharing their work with other people. You have obviously mastered the art of doing just the opposite, and your ability to engage your readers is something I envy a little bit as a fellow writer.
Thank you for sharing these wonderful pieces!
-- Pat
Pat, thank you so much for your kind words. I enjoy writing these short creations, and it gives readers a taste of how my imagination is oriented.
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