A first post, and a broken glass.

Another quiet night here at the Tavern. Do you ever feel like you’re in the middle of nowhere?

I keep waiting for that bell over the door to ring. Sometimes I imagine I hear it ring, and I look over to see if the door has actually opened, but no.

I broke a glass earlier. I have been getting in the habit of cleaning all of the glasses that hang above the bar, every day. They’re never dusty when I take them down, but I clean them regardless.

This one slipped out of my hand. Wriggled out of my hand? It shattered on the floor – funny how far the fragments and shards can go. I found one in the far corner to the left while I was sweeping up later. Cut my thumb on it picking it out of the dustpan.

It’s me against the silence, here.