Two of Cups
At the end of the bar sits two drinks. They’ve been sitting there a while, and you would know – you’ve been waiting there on your stool for someone to […]
At the end of the bar sits two drinks. They’ve been sitting there a while, and you would know – you’ve been waiting there on your stool for someone to […]
Concrete under your feet is littered with broken glass and other debris. Distant sounds of traffic and metal ricochet off the walls in the dark, the narrow, black passages of
The golden hour washes over the sidewalk as you make your way back home. You pass an empty corner. The bicycle rises into view as you turn to climb the
The long trek toward the light has emerged into a fork in the tunnel under a soft skylight. The cobble is sunken, and a puddle has formed, likely from the
Keep walking. Nope, more. A little more, toward the light. It’s been so dark, your eyes had just begun to adjust, but then came the glimmer. Over the cold floor
A single cup sits there on the table, still steaming from the hot water that was poured before you noticed it. But, you’re all alone, and whoever put it there
Where did all your pens go? All those pencils you bought to be productive, to make something you’re proud of? The mess crept up almost overnight, but you also know
A single apple sits there, pristine and all alone on the table in front of you. It isn’t really your ideal color or size, but you pick it up anyway