“It’s not real. I don’t pretend it’s real. You know that, right?”
Taryn was staring at the little bottle of Sun Dust that sat on my desk. “But. It’s just sand, isn’t it?”
“Yes. It’s just sand.” I shook my head. “You’re missing the entire point. Completely missing it.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“It’s a reminder. A symbol. Nothing more.”
“Yes.” I picked the small bottle up, and used the attached cord to hang it around my neck. “A symbol. Something that reminds me.”
“Of the ocean. The beach. The sand. The sun. The breeze.” I tapped the bottle. “Just knowing it’s there makes being here,” I swung my arm in a circle directed at the entire office, “more tolerable.”
She shook her head, “I don’t understand you sometimes, you know.”
I opened one of the drawers on my desk, and pointed into it. “I have other little bottles, to remind me of things.”
She peeked into the draw, and read names, “Sprinkles of rain. Grass between your toes. Salty Sea Breeze.” She stopped, and picked up the empty bottle, “Cool Breeze. Really? It’s empty.”
“See? You don’t get it.” I sighed. “They are reminders. Not real. Just reminders of things that are real.” I looked around the office, then back at her. “I could make others, like Burnt Coffee, Xerox Machine, Stale Air.”
Taryn shook her head. “If they’re reminders, then why make them good reminders.”
“Exactly!” I held up the bottle of Sun Dust, “Like this one!”
That’s when it all fell into place in her head. I knew because her eyes lit up.
“Are there any reminders you would like? Maybe Spring Showers, or Roses of Happiness?”
She paused, and I could see her thinking through things. I loved the way her eyes twitched as she thought. How sometimes those eyes said, “No! Anything but that!” and sometimes, “Oh, that would be trouble!”
“I have plenty of little bottles, and labels for them. Go ahead. Pick something you’d like a reminder of.”
Taryn sighed, then looked out one of the windows of the building. “Bubble bath.”
“Done. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.” I tapped the Sun Dust bottle. “It won’t be real. Just a reminder. The magic is up to you.”
Who cares how many words.
Written for Week 262 of Miranda Kate‘s Mid-Week Challenge. Mirror, mirror on the wall. What can I do with you as a prompt? You can learn about Miranda’s challenge here. The stories people share for the weekly challenge are always little works of art, crafted with words, meant to be shared, and enjoyed.