AFTER THE WAR

by L C McCahon

part 1

There would be no tea today, as Maurice had used the teaset to plant his seedlings in. When confronted, he had told Janice that he had thought nothing would be cuter than tiny violets in china cups, to emphasise their tiny size and add a whimsical touch. And yes, he'd done it with the teapot too.

"But Maurice! How will we have tea? How will you have tea?" Janice had exclaimed, even though she knew the terrible answer.
"Janice, we can use teabags in a pot and take turns with the mug," Maurice had explained, although they both knew that Sandy would object. There would be no tea, and Janice of course would be the one to explain the terrible news.

Indeed, Sandy objected to all of the sharing a mug, "like animals," as she put it, and went to rebait the snail traps with water and eggshells so she could sulk in peace. "At least I'm good for something! I catch us protein!" She yelled. "What good is your brother for anything, Janice? When the winter comes, we can't eat dwarf violets! And now there will be even less space in the greenhouse!"

It was true. They would be hungry.

This is the first part I wrote in ten minutes in class last Thursday. What will happen next? Stay tuned! What would you like to happen next? Make a suggestion!
Edited to fix typo. Thanks Andreas!