This was written for the Two for Tuesday Challenge #22. Prompt: Buried Details.
‘Why is there a cow drowning in my mug?’
It wasn’t drowning, exactly, but it felt as though I had liberated it by getting halfway through my tea. Its pleading ceramic eyes told me it was happy to have finally surfaced.
‘No idea,’ she replied, ‘it was a present. I try not to think too much about it. Maybe she can breathe under hot water?’
‘Not likely,’ I added as I sloshed tea around experimentally. I had to stop; it felt too cruel.
‘We can trade mugs if you’d like.’
‘No,’ I added quickly, holding it close to my chest, ‘I don’t want you to torture her.’
‘Oh, come on Jason, why would I do that?’
‘I’ve seen what you’re like with mice.’
The loud crash of china against wooden floor brought me back to my senses. She wasn’t supposed to know I had bugged her clothes.