The three brown clay vases were finished, finished but not yet fired. He waited for days without firing them, covering them in damp cloths to prevent them from cracking. He wasn't sure what was going to happen when he finally did. Something would, he knew. He had dreamt it. And he was very sure that it wouldn't be some… Read more

The three brown clay vases were finished, finished but not yet fired. He waited for days without firing them, covering them in damp cloths to prevent them from cracking. He wasn't sure what was going to happen when he finally did. Something would, he knew. He had dreamt it. And he was very sure that it wouldn't be something good.