I had breakfast yesterday in The Cobbler at the Post Hotel, one of my favourite spots.  I got to sit beside the fireplace.  Cozy.

I looked up to see these two glasses of water … and then a few fingers appeared, touching the spout of the teapot. 

The fingers moved.  And voilà – the teapot was spinning on the table!

I thought “How lovely.”  Hidden behind the fireplace was a human being who was having fun at breakfast, and probably throughout his or her day.

Hmm.  Two glasses.  And an empty chair.  And an unknown imp of an adult.  (At least I was guessing it was an adult.  Sure, it’s more likely that a kid would spin her pot but so cool that a taller person would do it too.)

The fingers didn’t reappear and the chair remained empty.  And so the mystery deepened.  A woman?  A man?  Young?  Old?  From what country?  What language?

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When I got up to leave, I couldn’t resist looking over.  It was a woman about my age.  A man had finally joined her and the two were deep in conversation.

I bet she dances in the street