A Kink of Tea

A love triangle between three cups. Now that's something you don't hear of every day. Not just any old love triangle either. What if I were to tell you that there is a possible love triangle happening right now in your very kitchen? You would think I've gone mad. Well, I haven't actually, well maybe I have. Okay, I will admit it I have gone mad, but it was no real secret. I can hear all the cups talking every night.

A colony of cups and saucers crammed into the cupboard. Space was sacred. It didn't help that some were on the edge of the door waiting to drop. None of them wanted to be on the edge of the cup, the trouble was that none of them could move because they were objects and not moving things.

Even though none of the cups could move, they still had their own little personalities crafted by the spirit that lives within the ceramic particles. If a cup either breaks, then the spirit is freed and makes a new home somewhere else. There were three cups that ruled the roost in this cupboard: Iron Maiden, Hong-Se and Polka Dot. These are the three special cups that are a part of the epic love triangle.

Iron Maiden was safe, he was a thick mug with a skeleton on it, dressed in regal clothes. He was untouched in his original packaging. Like a genie in a bottle or a wrongly convicted prisoner, he was aching to be free, so free that he felt like he was on fire. He was fed up of his cardboard surroundings and was struggling to breathe under the plastic packaging, only relying on small moles and holes on the bottom that brought the air in.

Hong-Se, a little red china cup, had her golden handle pressed against Iron Maiden's backside. They hadn't seen each other face to face in ages. He had fond dreams of admiring her petite figure and porcelain skin. Iron Maiden was in love with her, but at the same time, he envied her. She was beautiful and cherished and was always taken out to be drunken out of. She got to see more of the outside world than any of the other cups.

And yet, she showed no signs of chipping.

"Anybody know the time?" Hong-Se shouted.

"How should I know?" Iron Maiden grumbled. "The door's closed."

"Time for some fun!" cried Polka Dot, a snazzy green cup with pearl dots all over. She was known to swing for both teams.

Hong-Se gasped, her handle appearing to lose its shine. "What sort of fun?"

"What good is that?" Iron Maiden moaned, getting fed up with the pitch black surroundings. He craved Hong-se's colours. "None of us can move!"

Polka Dot giggled in sheer delight. "Once I'm out the closet, Hong-Se, I'll show you what a good time is."

"Polka Dot!" Hong-Se cried out, slightly blushing, but grateful that nobody could see. "Cool it down."

"If only I could get out of this box," Iron Maiden roared. "I would smash your face in Polka Dot. I don't care if you're a lady."

"Ha! Your threats are useless to me," Polka Dot hissed. "I wasn't intending to leave you out of this at all. We can't move, remember?"

Iron Maiden sighed, beginning to feel that he will never be Hong-Se's cup of tea. Perhaps there is another beautiful cup that will catch his eye sometime in the near future, but for now, he will continue morning over something he had no chance of hooking up with in the first place.