The Jar

She glanced at it again, her heart full of sadness. Even though it was all right here, contained and saved forever, she couldn’t feel it. The tangible touch she wanted, needed, could no longer be. The jar was the utopian life she would never have.

It had started out as a joke, as her brother and parents always fell laughing at her expense. James, a close in age brother, always seemed to find a particular way of embarrassing her. Because of this, Mary spent a lot of time in her room, by herself, contemplating revenge.

She was reading the latest mystery novel when the idea came to her. Why not, she thought, after a certainly rough day with her family. The book described a witching spell that made objects small in size. Thinking at first it would be a funny joke on her brother, she made the potion. Putting it in his afternoon strong mint tea was the easy part. Seeing what actually happened to him as a result, sent her running back to the book for the anecdote. This spell was definitely not a joke. Luckily no one was home but her with her now child sized brother. He didn’t realize the problem until he decided to get off the recliner and couldn’t. Mary quickly gave him another tea and urged him to sit back and relax, it was just a dream. Mary succeeded with her plan, now complete and she was satisfied, even though she was the only one who knew.

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