“It’s the finest magical teapot money can buy.” The man in the bazaar said.
“What’s so magical about it?” Sandy asked.
“It always makes the cup of tea you need.”
Not bad for a couple of dollars, thought Sandy looking at the price tag. She reached for her purse…
Word count: 48 + prompt
This was written with the prompt teapot provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #121.
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