AN: In case you do not follow my writing, I am very into writing prompts. I find them a good way to get out a scene, get some words on paper, and feel accomplished for the day. Today I was a writing machine and busted out a half a dozen of these suckers (along with another chapter of my work in progress). So this prompt was: Write a scene/story centering on an empty glass.

Empty

Ron stared at the empty glass – how many drinks had he had? Enough for the alcohol to serve its purpose at any rate. He realized something as he stared at the empty glass; it no longer served a purpose. It was an empty vessel; the parallel to himself startled Ron. He was empty now, void of purpose until something else filled him. Only he felt his tap was out – he'd never be full again. No one would come around to top him off.

He'd been drained, emptied. His purpose was over. He would sit on a shelf, collecting dust, empty and alone, waiting for a purpose. He had no purpose now.

He spun the golden band on the counter; watching it twirl around, sending spots of light into the dim tavern. The band collided with the empty glass, sending a resonating noise into the vast expanse of space.

"Refill?"

Ron didn't take his eyes off the empty glass as the wedding band came to a stop beside the glass. Teetering, tottering, attempting to get up and spin one more time. Failing and falling down motionless. Two hollow beings resting side by side, touching but not together.

"No."

He put the galleons on the table and stood up, walking away from the empty glass; the gold band twinkling beside it.