Ariel came in every day as soon as the pub opened; she preferred to get there early to avoid the groping hands of after-work businessmen looking for a way to loose tensions before heading home to hot meals and homely wives. In the quiet of late morning, she sipped a coffee and stared at the shot glass; no one but she (and the barkeep) knew it for what it was. Everyone mistook it for a vase inside the locked glass case next to the mural and above the fancy wine. It was a cup for giants, and she wanted it.
I have always been fascinated by the story in Genesis about the nephilim, the race of giants that were the result of mating between angels and women. The item in that case in the photo just seemed to fit this little 100-word offering so well. Click on the photo prompt above to visit Rochelle’s site and to read the other offerings this week.