Tea for One
As was the norm, Arthur Kirkland sat alone at his dining room table when tea time came around. Every day he would set an extra place in hopes that there would be someone to fill it; but alas, there never was. "It's been two months now. . . I may not particularly like people, but a bloody visitor every once in a while wouldn't hurt." He thought as he sipped his Earl Grey in silence. In truth, Arthur hadn't a friend in the world. Even his unicorn and flying mint bunny had grown tired of him; and although he'd never show it, he was heartbroken.