The Taking of Toast and Tea

She poured me a steaming cup from a stainless-steel decanter in the Office.

"...the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday," she was saying comfortingly.

"I say, old girl, it all looks rather different to me," I retorted pleasantly, spreading my weight across the armchair.

She held up a platter of crumpets, and I stopped her midway with a declining palm of appreciation.

"I'd say it's the small shadows that get to us. The ones that creep into you just before high noon, and the ones that seep out, at that odd moment when you've taken notice of their apparent lack. Then again, maybe, neither of us are really afraid of the dark."

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