“Look how I turn the liquid and crush the crystals in the pestle. You should not inhale the fumes, they're bad for you.” The red haired man turned to explain to the young wide-eyed boy next to him.

“What are those crystals made of? How does the silver keep soupy without heat? What was that red juice you poured in? Is that the mold?”

“Just one question at a time please. But the short answer is…magic!” Callused hands tousle the boy’s long hair. “Sing for me that ditty about the sea and I’ll show you how?”

And the boy sang.


I goad with "Hedge Maze."