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A little bag of tea (silkpunk) [76]

A little bag of tea

An embroidered silk rug hung in front of the door. Hoan looked behind it. It was locked. She could hear something from the other side. A pidgeon cooing?

Pidgeon races were famous, but dangerous. The owners didn't always play fair and pidgeons paid the price regardless.

She turned around when she heard a scuffle behind her. Just Poh and Chok arguing over who-knows-what. She smiled. They argued over most everything trivial. She ignored their chaotic thoughts and said out load, "Wind too strong today?"

Chok-Poh looked at each other. It never worked to lie to Hoan. They had tried too many times.

"Not really." Chok spoke first. "We have to develop photos and deliver them to our bosses."

"But?"

"Chok doesn't want to go with me."

"Oh?"

"Poh's going to get chewed out. Blue Cloud wouldn't sit still and the clouds got in the way. The photos must be fuzzy."

"Won't know until you let me go develop them."

Hoan just shook her head. "Li will be unhappy; Chen will be furious. So... what's the real problem?"

Poh started to blush.

Hoan went up to Chok. She moved her fingers over the shiny gears sown along his sleeves and placed a small bag in the palm of his hand. "Drink this tea after the photos are developed and given to Li-Chen."

She turned to go, hiding her grin.

Whatever was lumpy between Chok-Poh was about to be smoothed out. Then she thought about the cooing. She'd come back to open that door later.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.76] (3.mai.2021)

Characters from my silkpunk work: "Flying-Fish-and-Dragons".

"Blogging Circle of Friends "  Day 3089: May 3, 2021 Prompt: Use these words in your entry: rug, lumpy, pigeon, wind, clouds, and palm.