It is covered in oil
Reflecting the sun
Like the face of the silvery moon.
The silhouette of a window engraves itself
Onto the sterile, white surface where the pan is laid.
A spoon.
It is dented and worn.
The head and handle curve only slightly.
As if they were the backs of smooth fish
Threatening to give way under some huge weight.
Then, there is a bottle.
It is empty… why?
Why is the bottle empty?
Available in The Other Side of the Story.