Prompt #27 - Write a story about an empty glass.
I empty my glass only to discover that at the bottom of it lies another, and yet another void. So I fill it up again, in hopes of somehow filling myself up as well. The bottle is still full, so I pour and pour. After one bottle there appears another and after that one, another. But, I’ve noticed that over the course of time the bottle has changed. Now, instead of holding drink, it holds poison. I fill my glass with poison just the same, as my emptiness has not been satisfied. The bottle remains full, but the glass always empty.
It's short. :-/ Any thoughts?