Air Jars

The tail straightened with ease. She replaced its bulbs, cleared its nose and emptied the soil from its mouth.

She grabbed a jar of compressed air off the shelf and blew the last of the dirt out of its head. She’d gotten over a hundred jars of compressed air when she visited the Air and Space Museum. It was a let-down.

There was nothing there.

Thanks to Warren for the $10 Patronage.

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Sunday, 21 April 2019