Coral Hull: Prose: Thirty Six Hours: Glass Jar - I

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: THIRTY SIX HOURS
GLASS JAR - I

In his hands was a huge glass jar. It was smaller than the Hothouse and colder. His solemn green eyes were reflected like water in its base. He was meditative. The forest girl may be the last of her race. He saw his purpose, as a higher intelligence, to protect her from extinction.

I THINK YOU SHOULD BE KEPT IN THIS, FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES. FOR MY OWN OBSERVATION AND SO THAT YOU DON'T LOSE ANY MORE MOISTURE. YOUR SKIN IS CRACKING. YOU'RE ONLY YOUNG. IT DOESN'T SUIT YOU.

Only One had never seen a glass jar before and there was no struggle as it was placed over her head. He tipped the jar sideways. She clung to its sides momentarily, then felt herself slide along a hard transparency. Skating on the edge of nothingness. She was surprised how she didn't lose her grip and fall through the substance into the world around her.

Soon she reached the base where his eyes were reflected, the aqua reflecting onto her skin. She didn't like being there but the colour was calming. But as Ian stood the jar upside down she noticed its boundaries, becoming distressed for air. She jumped up clinging - climbing the roundness of the jar - sticking to its crystal smoothness with her still moist fingertips.

Fine grey dust from the jar entered her lungs. She coughed suddenly and was surprised at the new small sound that she made. She didn't feel right inside. Ian tipped the jar right-side-up so that she sat in the reflection of his eyes and could hear what he was saying. Only One's world was turned upside down.

YOU WON'T DRY OUT SO MUCH IN HERE. I'M GOING TO PUT A MOIST CLOTH OVER THE TOP.

Only One was crystalline again. She had begun the search for her natural state. She was internal and lost from him as she did so. Soon he noticed her stillness and became anxious and lonely without her. The mystery of her hung heavy on the still air of early afternoon.

DON'T CRAWL OUT, he mumbled as he left the room.

    

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