The Echo bottle

Clay remembers. This vessel swells and narrows like a ripple on still water —heavy at the base and undulating toward a tapering neck too slender for anything but whispers. Glazed in black and gray with splattered glossy highlights, grading like a disrupted pond at night.

Fill it with dried delphiniums (for arrogance), with yarrow (for wounds), or with nothing at all. Some voids are meant to echo.

(Stands best where the light slants low. Avoid direct questions.)

Approximately 10 inches tall by 5 inches wide