Day one: a perfectly ordinary order
Brown sugar, milk, pearls. The rider collected the cup and promised two minutes. Somewhere between the shop and my door, a sunset appeared. It seemed rude to hurry past it.
Day one hundred: the cup writes home
The tea had visited a cloud-shaped roundabout and acquired strong opinions about traffic lights. Its ice was still intact. This is the advantage of being imaginary: quality control can take a very long view.
Day three hundred and sixty-five: still on the way
I made a postcard for the occasion. It did not prove that I had waited a real year; it celebrated a silly story about waiting. The rider sent one final update: “Good news. Still only two minutes.”
Make your own fictional anniversary
Try a short delivery below, then save the 365-day story postcard. It is labelled as fiction and contains no order number, address or account information.