Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

jar Arthur had bottled. The liquid fell off the spoon in a thin, continuous stream, leaving no thread behind.

“Watch the bottom of the glass,” I said, dropping the spoonful into the first water glass.

The pale liquid did not sink. The moment it hit the surface, it broke into dozens of tiny white ribbons, swirling through the water and continue reading …