Prompt #27 is to write a story featuring an empty glass.
He looked at the glass,
the empty glass,
on the table where she used to
rest her arms.
He had thirsted for her.
He had let her beauty wash into him like
water from a glass like
the empty glass
on the table where she used to
show him fashion magazines.
She liked fashion magazines, so
he liked fashion magazines.
He listened and heard her
confessions and hopes.
He washed her confessions in forgiveness.
He let her hopes fill him
like water in a glass
on a table.
In his heart, he knew
that his confessions were not to be forgiven,
that his hopes were not to be welcomed.
He tried to speak them anyway.
And now he was left
looking at a glass
the empty glass
on the table where she used to
rest her arms.
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