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INK BOTTLE

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“You can't go near my invisible-ink bottle. It's haunted,” said Big Brother. “And don't stare at it with your mouth open. I can see your socks.”

The bottle just sat there: probably haunted; you couldn't tell. It was very still. Everything around it was still, waiting to see what would happen. You could see the goo inside it. It was whitish: like egg white; like spit; like a ghost, maybe.

Martin sat there, and the jar sat there, and the lid stayed on: tightly perhaps, or perhaps not. A motor-bike went by outside, and Big Brother stomped about on his heels upstairs, and nothing moved near the ink bottle. The sun shone on it through the window. The invisible ink was turning yellow, and then it wasn't.

When the television was on, and the light was off, the light from the screen made the ink bottle flash. You couldn't tell if it had moved or not, or if the lid had started to unscrew. Had it moved closer to the edge of the mantelshelf? It was making Martin look at it.

At two o'clock in the morning, the moon shone on it. It had a light of its own, and everything else was quite black. It was silent. The moon shone on Martin's striped pyjamas in the doorway. Everything stayed still for a very long time. Sometimes Martin breathed a bit, and sometimes the ink bottle seemed to breathe a bit.

When the dawn came, it saw Martin's pyjamas on the mantelshelf, with Martin inside them, asleep. When Big Brother opened his eyes and looked at the other little bed, he saw his invisible-ink bottle in the bed with Martin's teddy. He sat up.

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aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: back view

aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: back view

aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: right view

aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: left view

aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: left view

aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: back view

aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: left view

aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: back view

aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: front view

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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aqua glass victorian ink bottle with original broken-off neck and many many bubbles: back view

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