Spilled Tea…

With rain trickling down the window pane, and the dimmed street lights reflecting onto the droplets of rain, I sat on an old, squeaky wooden chair sipping on my tea.
Glaring unintentionally, my eyes caught sight of what looked like the most unusual thing I’d ever seen. I wasn’t too sure at that point, whether I was dreaming, or if it was exactly what my eyes had witnessed. The shadows grew taller, and I could feel this sudden gust of air surround me, and at this point I wanted to scream. A shiver ran down my spine and I could feel my heart pounding outside of my body. I cannot recall what had happened next, I collapsed I suppose. The last thing I can remember is lying on the cold vinyl flooring with spilled tea and broken pieces of the cup scattered around me.

By Fatima Ali