Friendship (Flash Fiction)

There was an old woman who often had her friend over for tea. The friend was even older than her old, old friend. Among other details this friend had wobbly hands. And with these wobbly hands she held the same cup each time she came for tea. And without fail the very old, old friend would drop this cup on the ground, admitting the fault of her wobbly, old hands. The old woman would smile and collect the pieces of this cup, set them aside, and sop up the spill with a handy kitchen rag. After the old, wobbly friend had gone, the woman would go to her drawer and take out the glue. Each time the old, old friend returned for tea she would drink from the same cup, that grew larger with glue seams, and the friends would converse as usual.