Flash Fiction Friday. Cuppa. Katie Lewington. 

He settled himself into the armchair. The carer handed him his tea, and tucked the tartan blanket around him. ‘Thanks.’ He told her, taking a long sip of tea and inevitably choking on its hot taste. She patted his arm. ‘Slow down!’ her voice was light. She was young.  Still a child. He nodded, closing his eyes and dozing off. She lifted the cup from his liver spotted hands and patted his arm again. 

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