Mark’s morning

An indefinite part of Mark’s mornings were dedicated to preparing and consuming a cup of fully oxidized black tea. The gradual diffusion of tea molecules into the hot water prepared him to be calm and relaxed the entire day. Working as a toxicologist in a laboratory, he was accustomed to the odors of a lot of compounds but it was only the aroma of chai laves that could light him up with energy. He would spend a couple of minutes to smell the fragrance arising from the cup, then blow subtle air into it and feel the warm vapors on his face. It didn’t matter to him if he was late for work, he always took some time off to have his cup of nirvana peacefully while sitting on the platform outside the kitchen’s window overlooking the street. These few minutes were the deciding factor for his state of mind through the course of the day. He refused to believe it to be a compulsive disorder. For him, tea was his daily savior.

However, March 31st was not like any other day. It was one year since his breakup with his five year-long girlfriend. Mark woke up earlier than usual and headed towards the kitchen. Everything was at it’s regular place. He picked up the kettle and waited for the water to boil while browsing through the photos of his ex on his cellphone. In one photo, they were in Hawaii on the beach lying next to each other, he held her closely against the backdrop of a valley of flowers in another image from Yellowstone, images from their grad school, a photo of him proposing to her on his knees with a wedding ring in his hand, pictures of them at various parties – all flashed across his eyes that morning.

Sitting on the platform with the tea cup in one hand, Mark gazed as the morning rays slowly spread across the street and switched off his phone. As the rays lit up the kitchen, his hands hanged loose. The tea cup fell down and broke into pieces.

Mark was lying on the floor. The box of jellyfish sample from his lab had worked.

11 thoughts on “Mark’s morning

  1. I liked it.

    Were it not for the tags, I wouldn’t have understood that he had committed a suicide. Also, the images of him and his wife that he sees in his mind, could be a little fresher. The tea experience is well done. And yes, why the American names?

    I never knew you wrote fiction. :) Good going. It’s an immensely satisfying vocation.

    • Thanks for the feedback, Sameer.

      Yup, I was afraid that a lot of readers wouldn’t get the box jellyfish part. It is one of the most poisonous animals on earth and it’s venom causes death in minutes. (Here). Mark adds it in his tea preparation that morning. Maybe I should add this link to a website containing information about the jellyfish?

      Girlfriend*, not wife. He sees the images on his phone.

      I am unable to come up with decent names for my characters! Will keep this is mind the next time.

      I didn’t know I could write fiction. I’ve just started, and will try to improve, thanks! :)

  2. Y suicide after an year! if heartbreak was such a terrible thing, y live in its shadow, torturing yourself and finally taking what little juice was left.

    • Well, it’s a personal thing for each one of us. He tried to get along with life without her for a year but it didn’t work out in the end. (It’s just fiction). There are all kinds of people in the world with varying emotional quotients.

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