Short Story: The Bottle of Mysterious Workings

Genre: family


They funnelled the whole vat of liquid into the tiny bottle. An undeniably magical bottle because that was a lot of stuff going in there with no problems. Plus it still weighed practically nothing afterwards.

“Magic,” she argued.

“Technology,” her brother shot back.

As one, they turned to their uncle. “Which is it?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He pocketed the bottle. “As long as it works.”

She shared a look with her brother.



Their uncle sighed.


Posted on January 8, 2018, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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