The sign ahead reads: “Magic in a Bottle.” She pulls into the gravel driveway. A pale man with thick, dirty blond dreadlocks, barefoot and wearing a dashiki steps from behind the shop.
“Aspirin?” she asks. Her temples pulsate in rhythm with the thumps of her son’s fist against the window.
The man holds up one finger. “Bettah,” he says in a heavy Caribbean accent. He lifts an empty beer bottle by the neck, holds it in his palm. “Fa yah boy. It capchas de sun. Eben at night, yah still hab light.”
She trades the glowing bottle for fifty cents.
word count: 100
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