Living on the Edge

MamaKat has assigned the next writing class and the prompt I chose was # 1. To write from the point of view of the glass on the edge of the table.

Today I am not in my usual spot, above the knife and a little to the left. Today they have left me teetering right on the edge of the table, scared, alone and out of place.

Sometimes I feel like the glass on the edge of the table. I like being in that familiar place, always knowing where I'm at and what I'm supposed to be doing. When they place me on the edge, out of my comfort zone, I am unsure and venerable. It is an unknown element and a whole new world.

I can either stay on the edge, hoping that someone will push me back where I belong, at the top of the table with all the other plates and silverware, or I can take the plunge and find out what awaits me on the other side. Life with the feet and food and chair legs might not be so bad once I'm down there. (Think of all the gorgeous shoes I can look at!). Life is like the glass on the edge of the table, you can either live it staying on the edge your whole life or you can go over the edge and see what life has to offer. You decide.