Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

the back corner,” I said, lifting a dusty tarp. “Before Arthur brought in the new drums.”

David reached behind a stack of empty supers, his hand returning with a dusty quart jar. The golden liquid inside was no longer clear; it had turned thick, cloudy, and solid, like pale butter.

“It is ruined,” David said, squinting through the glass. “It turned solid.continue reading …