An Invitation To Tea (A Dark Comedy) Part 3 Poem by David Harris
An Invitation To Tea (A Dark Comedy) Part 3
(It is advisable you read parts 1 and 2 first)
Grace watched him for a few minutes, and then moved to the back of the shop. “He is going to come around at six tonight. I do hop Mr Potter like him.”
“I’m sure he will. Grace.”
“I can’t help feeling bit concerned after Mr Armad.”
“It was the curry Mr Armad insisted on making. Revolting stuff. I felt queasy as Mr Potter afterwards. Anyway Mr Potter always prefers Englishmen, even when Aunty had him staying with her.”
Charles checked his watch, and then knocked the door. The lights appeared in the shop and the silhouette of one of the sisters grew large in the glass panel of the door. Charlotte smiled.
“Do come in Mr Latimer.”
Charles entered and followed Charlotte through to the back of the shop. As they entered the room, Grace turned from the oven with a tray of freshly baked scones. She smiled.
“Please have a seat, Mr Latimer. Tea is ready.”
“Call me Charles, Mr Latimer seems so formal.” he replied as he sat where Charlotte directed. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but where is Mr Potter going to sit? ”
“Unfortunately, Mr Potter prefers to eat alone. You will meet him later. I have told him you are coming and h I looking forward to meeting you.” Grace replied and brought forward the tray if scones. “Please help yourself Charles.”
Charles waited until the sisters were seated before starting.
“I think these are your best scones, Grace.”
“Thank you Charlotte.”
“I will second that. These are best scones I’ve ever tasted. I hope that Mr Potter will appreciate them.”
“I’m sure he will.” Grace replied and watched with satisfaction as the scones disappeared from the plate.
“Another cup of tea Charles? ” Charlotte asked holding the teapot poised.
“Thank you.”
As Charlotte poured out the tea, Grace collected the dishes from the table. “While Charlotte and I do the washing up you sit and enjoy your tea.”
“What about Mr Potter? ”
“We’ll collect his dishes later.”
“Charles drank his tea slowly. He wondered how he could thank the two women. He would have to think of a way later.
Grace and Charlotte smiled and nodded to one another. Mr Potter would enjoy Charles. They dried their hands and placed the dishes into the cupboard.
“I see you have almost drunk your tea. I presume you would like to see Mr Potter now? ”
“Yes please.”
“If you will follow us.”
Charles followed the sisters out of the room and into the garden.
“Unfortunately we have only one pair of stairs leading to the basement.”
“Basement? ”
“Yes, Mr Potter is not one for coming into the house. He is a bit eccentric.”
“Oh.”
2Grace dear, would you put the light on? You will have to watch the bottom step Charles. It can be a bit slippery at times.”
“Aren’t you ladies coming down? ”
“No. Mr Potter does not like women that much. “She said and smiled. “I will close the door behind you.”
Charles descended the stairs. A peculiar stench rose around him. Just as he put his foot on the bottom step, it tilted and he fell forward.
Charlotte heard the splash followed by the thrashing of water. She closed the storm door and called to Grace to switch the light off. Grace joined her there a few moments later.
“How did Mr Potter greet Charles? ”
“His usually noisy self. I do not understand why crocodiles have to make so much noise when they eat. At least with Charles he won’t get indigestion”
8-9 September 1987
I clued in when Mr. Potter didn't show up for tea that something certainly was up. I knew Charles shouldn't go down those stairs. I wonder what the accent would have been of the characters, I would love to see this one done on stage David, it really is very good indeed. A smashing ending for sure. Melvina
Excellent grand guignol David with some superb moments and a great flare for dialogue. My mother played Martha in Arsenic and Old lace when I was a teenager. I can till remember the sister's genteel manners and the black lace of their bonnets. A charming story with a Sweeney Todd ending. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A story on similer lines to hansel Gretal perhaps David, , then you closed it all up with a SnAp! ! ! 'The lights appeared in the shop and the silhouette of one of the sisters grew large in the glass panel of the door' great narative there are some very strong parts in this my friend Thankyou once again for sharing your talent with us the readers Love duncan X
BRAVO! What an ending! Arsenic and old Lace revisited. I loved it! Fantastic..... you should be dubbed or something! Sir Master of Stories Fine job.... I did enjoy!
Very quiet and pleasant piece to read...then 'SNAP'....you catch us in the end...great story David...I have to agree with Linda and write more of these...: O)
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5/3/2024 7:51:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
AHA! ! This was a great story, and well worth the reading, David! You should write more of these black comedies - this is simply delightful! I had an inkling that something was amiss, but never expected a crocodile! That was a great surprise, and made me laugh. I pictured my two aunts, one of whom never married, but she lived with the other and her husband. They would go on trips, the two sisters would sit together and the husband would take a back seat. They would sometimes eat part of his lunch, and say, 'Oh, he'll never know' and then giggle at their little secret. David - this is priceless! Linda :) :) :)