Glass, A 100-Word Story

Derek stared at the glass as the waitress poured the pitcher.

He nodded when it reached halfway.

“There you go, sir,” she said, walking back into the kitchen.

He had always had his glass half full, half empty. But at the very least, he never really had it empty or too full. He sipped.

Suddenly, he grabbed the glass and gulped everything down. It was all or nothing.

“Order please,” he waved a hand at her.

“Yes, what would you like sir?”

“A pecan pie, and tea for two. Would you mind joining me?”

She blushed, smiled and nodded back.


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