three-minute flash for Martin
"He gazed pensively into the bottom of his cup, searching for his future in the black stain of tea leaves. . .
and realized that the only thing needed was a fresh, hot cup of tea. . .
"Put on the kettle," yelled he, and as the steam puffed merrily from the spout. . .
. . .and as steam glazed his glasses and the rush of perfectly steeped English Breakfast filled him with MIGHT, he found he had realized he had all he needed.
Then he packed up his pick-up truck, threw his old dog and dented guitar case in the bed, and roared off down the road headed west. . .and the sun, it trembled on the horizon, and at his right hand a cup of tea sloshed its sweet music."
and realized that the only thing needed was a fresh, hot cup of tea. . .
"Put on the kettle," yelled he, and as the steam puffed merrily from the spout. . .
. . .and as steam glazed his glasses and the rush of perfectly steeped English Breakfast filled him with MIGHT, he found he had realized he had all he needed.
Then he packed up his pick-up truck, threw his old dog and dented guitar case in the bed, and roared off down the road headed west. . .and the sun, it trembled on the horizon, and at his right hand a cup of tea sloshed its sweet music."
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