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Friday Fictioneers – The Teahouse

Genre:  True Story

Word count:  99

The Teahouse

© Raina Ng

“I’m taking you to La Chartreuse Tea House”, said Daniel.

“In the Plateau?” I asked.

“Yes, they serve fabulous cakes… wonderful place. The girls are dressed in long dresses as if from another era. It’s a lovely ambiance.”

He was right: classical music, soft lighting, low murmurs. We were handed a menu. “You can see on the left, all the types of teas. And on the right, the different cakes.” The waitress then proceeded to list the main ingredients in each cake.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “How to choose?”

And so started my teapot collection. A dream now collecting dust.

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57 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Teahouse

  1. I would have started a cake collection but I guess you can’t collect what you won’t keep so that wouldn’t work. For some reason I smiled as soon as I began reading this story. Nice job, Dale.
    Now I have to go and look for a bakery..:)

  2. Ooh synchronicity again!! Just yesterday I decided to schedule a visit to a nearby teahouse for photos for a blog. I LOVE the uncluttered serenity and calming colors in your photo and your ending sentence is oh-so-quote-worthy and going in my quote book 💖💥

  3. I once visited a man who had a whole room with floor to ceiling shelves on each wall, every shelf filled with teapots. You would not believe how many sorts of teapots there are. One I remember in particular was in the shape of an elephant’s head (but not as large) with a trunk for pouring.

    I love your story, Dale, and the thought of posh cakes is making my mouth water … badly 🙂

    • Ooohhh! But I would! I have some pretty cool ones…will be sad to see them go at my next garage sale…
      As for the posh cakes…they are one of my specialties…😉

  4. I bought my first teapot this year. It’s so cute – cream with colourful polka-dots, but I don’t think I’ll buy anymore. I don’t have room to collect anything! Loved your dreams collecting dust.

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