A handmade bottle, with a yellow ribbon around the neck. How do you even blow such a small bottle by hand?
“See anything you fancy, mister?”
“Is that an Unending Serenity?
“It is indeed. Do you want it? Do you have something equipotent to offer in return?”
The man was shaking. “People tell me I bottle things up. I guess it’s inevitable I end up here. This is what I have.”
The Seller produced another bottle, scooped the air a few times, and then put the cork in.
The glass cracked; almost enough to break the bottle.
“You weren’t joking.”
Story is inspired by, or is a fanfic of, girlshapedguitar’s Bottles series, which starts here: girlshapedguitar.wordpress.com/2013/07/01/bottles/