Today’s snippet continues on from my novel-in-progress, A Handful of Wishes (due out December 2014).
One afternoon when the school bullies were chasing him, the young protagonist, Zeke, ran into a second-hand store owned by the eccentric Cornelius Zwyklychski (pronounced Zwick-lich-ski – from the Polish word for ordinary), who offered him after-school safety in exchange for working around the shop. Zeke, of course, has been lording it over the school bullies, who finally caught up with him, beat the crap out of him, and left him lying next to some knocked-over trash cans.
Last week, Cornelius found him and gave him an old green bottle. Zeke’s now home in his bedroom, studying it.
He didn’t know why he’d originally thought that the bottle was green, because now, looking at it, it was definitely a silvery blue, with a dark smoky substance swirling inside. Zeke shook the bottle, trying to gauge its contents before he opened it, and the smoke stopped, suspended in the middle. He held the container steady and the smoke swirled again, completely contrary to what one would expect. The bottle now had a tint of purple to it, and the smoke contained what appeared to be flashes of glitter.
He soon tired of the appearance as his curiosity got the best of him. He pulled on the cork keeping the contents inside, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried again, and again, nothing. One more attempt, the results the same, so he took the cork in his teeth and pulled on the bottle with all his might.
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