Bottles
He stared at the empty bottle sitting on the shelf. The label read ‘Hydrogen Tartrate’ he didn’t even know what that was. Empty, it was half full when he arrived. A white, glistening powder that clung to the sides of the thick glass. The bottle looked ancient, large and thick lipped, stoppered with a glass lozenge encircled with India rubber.
He peered at the label trying to glean some notion of its contents. What the hell was this stuff? What did it do? There was half a bottle on the shelf when he came in, now it was all gone. Had she put it in the food? All of it? His mouth felt dry.
‘Are you all right in there dear?’
He started at her voice, fumbling the bottle and almost dropping it in his fear. She’d eaten the food too, he’d seen her eating as much as he had. Antidote that was it, there had to be an antidote here somewhere. Where could the evil bitch have hidden it.
‘Are you sure you’re all right dear, your dessert is getting cold. Shall I pop it in the microwave for you?’
‘Keep your filthy hands off my pie you witch,’ he muttered.
‘What was that Kevin?’
‘I said I’m just coming Gran, won’t be a tick.’
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Chemical flask Originally uploaded by Ayres, no graces.