Ginger Tea, by Bruce Arbuckle

Her lips tasted like ginger tea. Hot, spicy, tingling. Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, enveloped in a warm glow, and a thick blanket.

“I should go,” she said, suddenly.

I wanted to say, “No! Stay! Please!”

Instead, I watched her dress in silence. She left without another word.

This 50-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “ginger tea”

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