"We are out of tea!" screamed the wizened old lady, in a voice normally reserved for the criminally pockmarked. "We're going to have to drink that black sludge they call coffee instead!" , said the committed tea drinker in utter horror. And so the cup of earl grey sat there, gradually cooling, for the rest of the afternoon. Thousands of years later, archaeologists would ponder why no one ever thought to drink it.

The preceding was a story you participated in on Wednesday, November 12 2014. The sentence in bold is yours.

Story prompt by Matt Behrens. Sentences in this story path were contributed by n0wak, Annika, kylf, and SS Ghot Z.