Prompt: write a story about a glass
A young woman set down the glass on the table and walked to the fridge to get a pitcher of water. Her pastel dress hung on her skinny, fragile frame and stopped below her knee. Her blonde hair was pinned up perfectly, a pure white pearl necklace hung around her neck. Her pale blue eyes no longer had life left in them. A man around her age walked into the room, dirty clothing and an emotionless face, shaggy hair covering his confusing and wild eyes. A shot rang through the house. The woman was left on the floor and the man ran out of the house. The glass sat and watched. It sat on the table all day, screaming in fear. The police finally showed up and searched the house for evidence, the glass sat and watched. No clue was left behind, but the glass knew. The glass had seen the man before, the glass had been used by that man many times. The glass had seen everything that had happened in that house before. It heard all the shouting and the cursing and the slamming of doors and objects. It knew the story behind the murder, but transparent things can't speak, so the glass just sat and watched.
