Meghan: Teapot

This started out as a reply to Sarah's blog but became too long so it is reposted




It's late at night and Sarah is working calmly on her final pottery project. A passing freshman trips over a stray chord and falls onto Sarah's wheel, a hand landing directly on her beautiful teapot. Sarah looks calmly down at the warped remains of her work, then slowly back up to the freshman, who begins to sweat. Just as calmly she picks up her chibi knife and launches herself at the unfortunate clumsy one, slicing and hacking madly. When it is over she squeezes a handful of diced meat over a new lump of clay and begins to mold her project anew.
The next day Sarah’s teacher holds her project up to the light, exclaiming with joy.
“Sarah, how did you get these colors into your clay? It’s beautiful!”
Sarah just smiles widely and licks a spare flick of something reddish from her arm. (After spending all night working in the room there had been no time to go back home and wash off those pesky bloodstains).
In the years that followed Sarah would serve many a pot of tea from her bloody pot. It was always said that those who drunk from it developed a certain craving for meat…



-Meghan