Drabble: Making Bars
In the centre of a glass room, a bowl sat over a flame of passion. The only person in the room, a young lady with waist-long white hair and sightless red eyes , circled the room with languid strides. As she walked, flickers of emotion rolled in the air. Her white locks plucked them in the air and tossed them into the bowl.
A sprinkle of blue despair, a dash of yellow laughter, a healthy helping of red love. The emotions bubbled away in the bowl until it turned into a solid white bar. She fished the bar out of the bowl and set it on a shelf on the wall among the other assorted coloured bars, ready to be sold to the occasional dreamwalker.
A man stepped into the room, eyes wide as he took in the new place he had wondered into. She turned towards the new dreamwalker.
“Hello. How can I help you?”