(I've been tinkering with Drabbles lately, that is, stories exactly 100 words in length. Here's one for you, I hope you enjoy it. ~FG)
Miss Mary’s Teacups
On the uppermost shelf of a tall curio cabinet in the corner of a modest kitchen, a row of porcelain teacups slowly gathers dust.
Some were received as gifts, others were bequeathed after the passing of someone significant to her; grandmother, mother, aunties. Each held memories woven into the pattern in the fine china. Some had mismatched saucers, after their original met with an unfortunate fate. The disharmony did not trouble Miss Mary; each was a priceless treasure.
She could never bring herself to drink from them, and wondered whose shelf her cup would sit upon after she was gone. ~F.G. 2021