#11

The coffee cup was right on the edge of the table. From where I sat, in fact, it looked to be half on and half off, a true split fate. I had a good view through my kitchen window into my neighbor’s kitchen, and it was over my own cup that I noticed the precarious situation next door. I sat and watched the coffee cup for twenty minutes but there was no movement, no sign of anyone in the house. Likely they had left the coffee cup there and gone out.

I thought about writing a note to stick to their front door saying “Be careful, your mug is right on the edge of the table.” But then I would need to explain why I’d been staring into their window all morning. I put my mug down solidly in the middle of my own table and sent best wishes across the way.