Kettle Calling


From the day you were born that kettle boiled water. Water for: leaves of tea, bags of tea, lemon and honey, night toddy brews, water for cooking, and water for baking.

That kettle with the white handle and the sky blue frame. Always on the bench in the kitchen. Always being used by Mum, or sometimes Dad.

Then, one day as you sat alone in the kitchen, the kettle started to move. Unable to establish if you are dreaming, you sit up straight. Perhaps gumption is key here?

Instead of silence, the kettle starts to rattle ever so softly. “Can mum hear this?“, you wonder. “Perhaps not, considering I’m all alone and everyone else seems to have vanished for a moment”.

Not sure if you should caress it or not, you move towards the kettle. Suddenly, the bloody thing stops and out pops a tea bag. Not the usual brew you are sure, but perhaps something more exotic.

The kettle moves and the tea bag ends up in your left hand. “What the actual…

Then the kettle starts to boil and you get the impression that the kettle wants you to steep this tea bag of magic into a brew. What can you do? Mum loves tea, and who would care if you drank a magical brew?

You place your favourite cup onto the bench and proceed with the tea making process. Once strong and to your liking, you sit with the cup in front of you. Hesitation grips you. “What if I turn into a dolphin? How will I swim? There is no water? What if…fuck it!

Sipping on the magic tea, you start to space out for a moment. There is a bit of disorientation in your mind. Then you start to see other lands. There is another world inside your cup. A world quite different from our world. One where trees grow black and green, technology is far advanced, and there is a clean order to things. “Well, I must be dreaming because this shit cannot be real…” Yet, you cannot shake the images produced from your magical tea bag.

After finishing the brew, you take the tea bag to your room and sit thinking about what you just saw within your mind. You feel your mind expanding at the thoughts, sounds, and the world of magic.

No wonder Mum loves the kettle so much.

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