Liam's Mysterious Jar
Aw. Thanks for picking A Mysterious Jar, friends. :) ~Anna
No one ever caught Liam reading, not really. He would take a book under his arm, sit in the rocking chair in the living room, and fall asleep with it. When he woke up, he seemed to know everything about it.
Only Liam knew the truth. Just by touching the cover of a book, it would speak its story into his mind. Not only books, either. Liam took to wearing gloves so sensory data didn't overwhelm him - benches always calling to be sat on, keyboards always correcting his spelling, grass begging not to be mowed while the mower begged to be fixed.
One spring day he was making cookies (don't ask why; why shouldn't he make cookies if he likes?), without gloves so that the ingredients could tell him exactly how wrong the recipe or his instincts were. The sugar told him to try a little cinnamon, so he reached into the dark spice cabinet and closed his fingers around a jar.
"DON'T OPEN ME!" it screamed.
Promptly forgetting about his batch of cookies, Liam gasped. Jars had never told him not to open them before. He set it on the counter, but the glass was green and opaque.
"Don't, don't, don't open me," the jar half sobbed.
Liam wanted to ask why not, but unfortunately, his gift only worked one way.
The jar sat on the counter for the next two hours and revealed no secrets. Liam felt a strange attraction to it, and no wonder - an inanimate object with secrets it wouldn't blurt.
For the next two weeks after that, Liam carried it in his backpack. And, finally, he forgot about it.
Until he dropped a heavy book into the backpack, and the jar shattered with a shriek of "No!"
Dust swirled around Liam's hand, outstretched in the backpack. The dust stung, and on his bare skin it laughed. The dust laughed as it burned him.
Thinking fast through the pain, Liam zipped up the backpack, trapping the dust. That night he kindled a fire in the front room after the world went to sleep and threw the backpack in - books and all.
The fire crackled. Several times it nearly went out, but Liam was determined to get rid of the backpack, and more specifically the dust. His arm hurt less the more the backpack burned; by the time the bag was gone, the sting had healed completely.
Liam fell asleep on the floor in relief, but he woke with a terrible start.
Who put the jar in my cupboard?!