5-minute writedown for Wednesday, May 26
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Editor’s note: This is the latest in a series of writing prompts and exercises from the Clubhouse room Morning Muse.
She laughed to herself, thinking of the scene in the Beatle’s movie, “A Hard Day’s Night” where the Fab Four were being chased by all their fans. She wished she had been the girl, Patty, who got to be in the movie and later married George Harrison.
You could call her a bit of an Anglophile.
She liked British music. She had the anthology of British rock of the ’60s and ’70s Volume 1 and 2. She loved Elton John and Monty Python. Where did this all come from?
She was just a black girl on the south side of Chicago.
She supposed it came, in a way, from her father. When she thought about it, he provided the ties to the British Isles, though in no way was he British. Her last name was Walker, though. Its origins are English and Scottish. She even liked the famous shortbread. Could she be named after it? That’s ridiculous.
What’s not was the tea. That savory black liquid. Strong and robust. Different from coffee, sturdy enough to take the milk her father poured, becoming rich and creamy. That’s how he served her tea as a girl. For a long time, she thought that’s how all little South Side black girls took their tea. She didn’t know that for many, tea with milk was an anomaly.
“Why do you drink your tea like that? That’s a British thing,” she was told. She had no answer. To her, it was just a Daddy thing.
