Like Spilt Tea
(This story is also featured in my collection Joyous/Decay. It is a sequel to Chalk, and might make a bit more sense if you’ve read that.) The teacup trembles for a moment as it tips, your hand shaking beneath the intensity of her gaze, the milky liquid inside pausing at the rim—and then it starts to pour, it spills, a cascade of still-warm tea racing down to stain her patched fabric skin. ...