The Corner Table's Point Of View

My corner table sits in this back niche, along the path from door to arch, from back hall to the next room, looking to the front door, seen around the jamb another arch provides.

I sit and write, allows distractions here and there - a customer's approach, a man and his computer across the room, the pair departing, smiles and frowns, the sway of hips and swish of skirts, a water splash, a bit of voice, a lush of quiet, conversation and radio beyond my sight.

This is a place of watching worlds go by, the worlds that barely notice.