Unfinished Tea Ceremony: Fairytale
"Is the tea ceremony done?"
"Yes, it's done," I said, turning away slightly and tilting my head so that he could not read my face. I did not want to reveal my inadequacy so soon in my new marriage, for my husband was tall and strong and handsome despite a few scars from battle. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to not put me aside and go to the soothing poetry and perfect tea ceremonies of the geisha in his town. I knew I could not deceive him forever, but in this small matter, a tea ceremony for a ghost, surely he would have no way of discovering my ignorance. Perhaps I could even, in a subtle way, pick up the proper knowledge. For raised alone by my father, who was distant and involved in business not to be--
Inspiration: "nonfeasance" and the cup of tea in front of me.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: As far as the story goes, I wasn't thinking of this to start with, but I like it. It ties in to any number of fairytales where the new bride does/doesn't do something crucial that she is required to go on a long adventure through many perils to right. And I like the Asian aspect of it.
Has it really been a week since I did this last? Yikes. And to think that I started this as way to get some writing, however little, done on a daily basis...to keep the pipes from freezing over. Then I do get horribly, terribly busy and it's one of the first things to go. Well, not one of the first, but go it did. Must do better in the future.
"Yes, it's done," I said, turning away slightly and tilting my head so that he could not read my face. I did not want to reveal my inadequacy so soon in my new marriage, for my husband was tall and strong and handsome despite a few scars from battle. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to not put me aside and go to the soothing poetry and perfect tea ceremonies of the geisha in his town. I knew I could not deceive him forever, but in this small matter, a tea ceremony for a ghost, surely he would have no way of discovering my ignorance. Perhaps I could even, in a subtle way, pick up the proper knowledge. For raised alone by my father, who was distant and involved in business not to be--
Inspiration: "nonfeasance" and the cup of tea in front of me.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: As far as the story goes, I wasn't thinking of this to start with, but I like it. It ties in to any number of fairytales where the new bride does/doesn't do something crucial that she is required to go on a long adventure through many perils to right. And I like the Asian aspect of it.
Has it really been a week since I did this last? Yikes. And to think that I started this as way to get some writing, however little, done on a daily basis...to keep the pipes from freezing over. Then I do get horribly, terribly busy and it's one of the first things to go. Well, not one of the first, but go it did. Must do better in the future.