Story of @loretosocorro
Marta, a drop of water that hung on the edge of the faucet, was bored until she saw her: Tina, a porcelain cup.
The faucet was turned on and the drop was carried away, spinning in a circle. She felt fear in the silence of the kettle.
At the same time, the cup noticed how they placed it on a saucer. She then waited for that hot water with which to infuse chamomile.
"Which lips would I meet today?
The shadow of a person covered her flower drawings and then the water entered her.
One of the drops seemed happier than the others: it was spinning around its edge, giving her an unknown caress.
Tina felt her polish sparkle and fizz, from Marta's flirtation. She trembled to the core of her kaolin, as a tree branch does when woodpeckers build homes in the woods.
Inside Tina, the aromas of the tisane played with the grains of sugar and a teaspoon greeted her with amusement. Outside of her a finger was poking at her, probing the quality of her, enjoying the warmth of her.
All pending her, but Tina only had eyes for Marta.
