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.
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.