My Words, My World

Damage Limitation

The crack appeared; tiny, hairline; barely noticeable.  The scalding liquid started to spread upwards towards the crack, seeking, soaking and finally seeping into it, weakening it; the weight becoming too much to bear.  I watched, unsure of my next move.  Speed was the only way to avoid total destruction.  Damage limitation they call it.  I had no option, I couldn’t just sit there, impartial, unwilling.  I breathed in, preparing to move.  My hand shook and the liquid still rose and seeped in.  It was too late.  Whatever I did now would have consequences. The silence of the room waited with me in anticipation.

With a hot splash the biscuit, my last Digestive, fell into my tea.