Inktober Eighteenth. “Bottle.”

Luisa read in smooth and raised lettering: Smith & Sons Glass Works Hadleyburg, OR. User beware. Contains your distilled star-heart. No Warranty. Will not replace if lost or damaged. Smith & Sons Glass Works Hadleyburg, OR.  She could not think of why anyone would put a thing like that onto a mason jar. She could not remember where she had bought it, but here it was at the back of her late mama’s kitchen cupboard– behind the ‘trastes’ that had been saved for too long. When the phone rang, it was a grassroots campaign for the upcoming election. She replied in a non-committal answer, thickening her accent so they’d let her off the line. Then, with the jar still in hand, Luisa blinked at the vessel and remembered what she had been doing. She went ahead and filled it up with long grains of beautiful ivory rice.-FM