Prompt 1: WRITE A SCENE THAT INVOLVES WEAK TEA (Sarah Selecky)
There was only enough for one of us. I spied the two cups and the half filled clear glass teapot. The leaves still spun in the amber fluid, as though caught in the draft of a whirling dervish. Marzook lifted the pot, his eyes flicking from me to Lucy, and back again.
“Who is it going to be?” he asked. His lip curled upward, giving the impression he might finish the question with a wink. I looked over at Lucy. Her troubled eyes were fixed on the pot. We both knew the brew was weaker than normal but that didn’t mean anything. Whoever drank it would wake in a foreign land with no clue how long it might take to get back. But that was the point. That was the only way any of us were ever going to escape this place.