BEDA · Muse Moment

BEDA 2013.1 #20: Detox, a Micro-Fic Series, Part 3


Lyra watched as Rickson poured himself another cup of tea. Her hands enveloped the cup, but none of the warm liquid made it past her lips.

“Stephen has an… interesting way of communication,” Rickson took a sip of his tea, “Always has.”

She sighed in response, closing her eyes in an attempt to shut out the hangover. As he put his cup down, she opened her eyes and finally spoke, “Why did you do it?”

He raised his eyebrow.

“Why did you help me?”

“Lyra,” Rickson washed his cup with hot water, “Why do you do what you do?”

She looked away, sighing one more time. He took her cup and emptied it, before refilling it, “This tea goes stale when it’s stagnant for too long.” Lyra continued looking as the water flowed out of the kettle, his voice continuing in the background, “Being busy, on the other hand, clouds your judgment. You can be experienced, but experience has no relevance to wisdom,” he pushed the filled cup to her, “Neither does it have anything to do with the truth.”

“You left Stephen’s museum with confidential information,” Lyra croaked out, the bitter after taste fading gradually, “If you are willing to cooperate with me, I’ll see what I can do to…”

This time, Rickson raised his hand, chuckling slightly, “Here’s where the discussion starts, Miss Cheng. If anything, Stephen should be happy I left without a word.”

Silence ensued. The scent of the tea wafted through the air.

“What is your relation to Mr. Chung?” she finally asked.

“Drink,” Rickson answered, “It helps.”

Lyra put her cup down, empty.


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