Love in a Jar

He brought her love in a jar; slimy, hopping, eyes bulging.

It thudded against the glass, amphibian eyes begging for release. But she left it caged: fearful to embrace it, unwilling to let it go, trapped somewhere between odium and adoration.

And when he left for school she took it into the yard and planted it between the azalea bushes, jar and all.

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