The green glass
I broke a glass Saturday in the kitchen. I don’t break things every day, but it happens.
Saturday, however, I was completely awestruck as the glass, which cost only 79 cents originally, splintered into chards across the counter.
“It’s the last one,” I said to no one in particular and stood there looking at the evidence, carefully picking up glass slivers to place in the garbage.
I boug…
