Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

a yellow cap that had been wedged behind the plastic rim.

He held it up to the morning light filtering through the high windows.

“Does Arthur use this stuff to grease the conveyor belts?” David asked, turning the bottle over to read the sticky back label.

It was a thirty-two-ounce squeeze bottle of commercial corn syrup, the cheap kind with the blue label.continue reading …