A 300 word story written for the Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 8/16/19.
| Tea Leaves
Monica stared out of her kitchen window. She was sure she'd caught a movement of... something. She walked over towards the sink to get a better view. Everything looked normal. Strange, for she could have sworn that she'd seen some kind of movement out there.
Sitting back down, Monica picked up the spoon from her saucer and stirred at her tea. Maybe she had been a bit rough though, as, when she lifted the teabag out of her cup, she saw that it had burst. The tea leaves were floating around in the cup and she'd have to wait a while, let them settle.
While she waited, Monica thought about them - tea leaves, that is - and how certain superstitious people had believed you could 'read' them. Of course it was all nonsense, yet when her cup was empty she could not resist taking a quick peek at the residue.
What she saw meant nothing to her. An oval shape with a jagged top. Or was it the bottom? Perhaps, she thought, turning the cup sideways, it could be some kind of mouth. Was it a warning of a dangerous dog, perhaps?
Deciding she had wasted enough time, Monica stood up again and headed towards her back door. There was work to be done in the garden.
She took a step out and then froze. There was a cracking sound beneath her feet, a wet slimy sensation on her toes where they stuck out of her sandals.
"Monica! I left them outside the door," Brenda, her neighbor, called. "You can keep the extra two!"
The four eggs that she had lent her neighbor! She'd forgotten all about them.
She looked down at her egg-smeared feet and said weakly, "Thank you, Brenda!"
Maybe there was something in reading tea leaves after all.