Plymbury Micro Magic: Broken Promises
Design by Kendra Vaughan
Broken Promises
In the back corner of the room that housed donations for the Living Waters Church’s craft fair, hidden behind a tower of mismatched plates, sat a single porcelain teacup. It had no saucer. A faint hairline crack ran from rim to base, and the once-gold trim had dulled to the color of tarnished straw.
Ellen almost didn’t notice it. She was searching for something perfect—a set of four cups to match the ones her grandmother had left her. But perfect was nowhere to be found.
Still, she lifted the cup, surprised by its delicate weight in her hands, and when the crack caught the light, it revealed a radiance she hadn’t expected from something broken.
It would never complete her set, but it could hold tea, warmth, and quiet mornings by the kitchen window overlooking Plymbury Beach.
So she took the cup home and gasped when the fragile line glowed with the promise of magic.
And she waited.
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