The Beginning in A Place in the Hum

There it stands, day after day, night after night, a square of wood on a single, metal leg. Motionless but not emotionless, it witnesses the hustle and bustle of everyday lives, with the smell of coffee and freshly baked egg custards lingering in the air. The chitter chatter of new mums and old friends, the laughter of father and son and the silence of the young lady reading her book surround it. Most days it is ignored; left empty or used for the disposal of finished trays. But it is there. Always there, silently observing.