My face. Green, and wavering. In the tea.
I leaned in to drink, my face, in the tea. I had almost reached me. I leaned, in.
And then…. The face. The second, face. In the tea. Beside me. Even before I could see, the uniform, I knew. With such a face, there could only be, such a uniform. The very green of the tea.
Though I could not look. I looked only, at the tea. As it fell, and the glass, from my hand. As it ran, down the green napkin.
I looked only at the tea.