Bottle
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Making ships in a bottle

Bottle

I sit alone in the quiet, eyes glued to the glass bottle in my hands. I don’t know what it once held but now, deep inside, sits a small paper ship.

The paper has crisp folds, a few wrinkles where it was not properly pressed. My initials are on one side of it, stark black lines against the white.

I press my lips to the mouth of the bottle and blow. My magic pools from my lungs, filling the bottle with a gentle white cloud.

I seal the bottle and look over my work. The ship bobs in a small ocean, no longer paper. The mast flutters against the wind and the wood of its body creaks in time with each bob on the gentle waves.

I set the bottle next to the others decorating my wall. There’s still space left so I grab another sheet of paper and a glass bottle.

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