Thursday, August 18, 2011
Propped against the rim of one of twin glass cups, it stood over a thin film of crusted toothpaste at its base. Unlike its neighbor, its flayed bristles dried out and started collecting dust a long time ago.
Inches away lay a blue plastic razor. Barely used, still as sharp as ever, but has grown to be quite the loner. Countless neighbors have come and gone, and it has found it pointless to get to know them better.
They have stayed in place where you left them.
Still waiting. Unmoving.
photo from here