Two Sentence Challenge #2

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Kitti

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It is said that brevity is the soul of wit. There is, without a doubt, a time and place for long paragraphs filled with wondrous descriptions. Other times, however, less is more. What can you create from the prompt using only two sentences?

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This time, the theme is:

Teatime
 
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He sat alone at the table, cup of tea in his shaky hand as he looked out the window, watching the raindrops gently strike the wooden porch, old with age, yet not as old as him.

"Soon," he muttered, finally taking a sip of the Earl Grey his late wife would always drink, "soon I will join you."
 
Before her sat an array of cutlery and dinnerware, to which she marveled as she sipped the Black Jasmine tea in her tea cup.

Her eyes widened at the pasteries as her butler's outstretched arm drew her attention to the lazy susan at the center of the table, for she had an important decision to make: biscuit or scone?
 
Ancient, ailing, and alone in the world, Frederick Mervillant had nowhere to turn now that his curmudgeonly employer had given him the boot (without references or a pension!) after 55 years of faithful service, snarling that Frederick's aged face was simply too distasteful to look upon any more.

Before slinking out the servant's door and flinging himself off the estate's cliff into the embrace of the cold dark sea, there was a present he would give the evil old despot; oh yes, a lethal gift that would be carried up on a silver tray and poured into an exquisite Limoges tea cup exactly at the stroke of four this afternoon….
 
He had expected to have to participate in the strange ritual that those humans on the small island participated were engaging in. However, once he tasted the delicious beverage, teatime become a part of his daily routine despite being from another planet.
 
I have heard it said quite often enough that there is a time for everything - to live, to die, to laugh, to cry. But above all, one must never forget that there is always a time for tea.
 
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Stuffed animals circled the table, waiting for their girl to return for teatime.

But she wouldn't return, and there was a reason her mother had closed the door and not opened it again.
 
The duchess rang the tiny little bell that rested on the stand next to her in the parlor. She looked at the two women sitting across from her, "Forgive this interruption in our interview but it is teatime."
 
It's Darjeeling, the abomination hummed into the man's brain as the cobbled-together spider of corpses made its way towards the bookcase, going through its stockpiles while its visitor stared up at it in horror.

"Er, thanks," he muttered, knowing better than to be rude to something that possessed more arms than he had fingers.