
A domestic institution
The mug nobody else is allowed to use.
Ceramic. Slightly chipped. Subject to household law.
There are eleven mugs in this cupboard. Ten of them are available to guests, family members, and anyone who has come to fix the boiler. The eleventh has rules.
It was not expensive. It is not especially beautiful. Its owner claims that tea tastes better from it, an assertion that has never survived a controlled experiment because nobody is allowed to conduct one.
A small chip appeared on the handle some years ago. This was treated as a family incident. No one has confessed. The investigation remains open.
The museum recognises this object for its outstanding contribution to morning routines, unspoken boundaries, and the sentence: you know that’s my mug.
A fictional story, written for this sample exhibit.