Raindrops of Thinking

  - by blue She never lingered as long as a minute when passing by the mirror situated in the hallway connecting the front door to the living room. Her feet didn't stop their flighty steps when she came by it, refusing to take a single glance at its reflective surface. It helped that the mirror was placed at the top of an antique shelf, with carved out roses and a shiny varnish. That meant all she had to do was remain below. But oh, the temptation! It was time for her early morning walks again. To do that, she had to cross the very same hallway that had the mirror to get to the door and out into the yard. She'd have to leave the cozy safety her velvet sofa provided. But the morning walk was an essential daily routine. The neighbors would have to answer to her as usual, and she couldn't do that while lying inside the house. It would be cowardly of her to yell at them from the glass windows that would probably mute her voice in the end. The risks shouldn't stop her. That ...

by blue  Somewhere in a world unlike our own  lived jars who can talk and jars who can walk. They stood like humans would do, and talked like they were one too. They were peculiar creatures, to us if we'd see. But to each other they weren't that different like you and me. In this town of open jars lived a child who was small Who wasn't like the older jars who lived in town at all. She couldn't reach the tall shelves or the high chairs She couldn't jump that high up either or climb the tall stairs. "Oh, how cute you are, my dear child of clear glass," Her grandmother once remarked as her house she once passed. "It's been awhile since I saw a jar your small height, my dear I would have thought your got taller since your last visit here." "I wished it was so," said she holding back tears "I loathe to be the same height for all of my years." The child fretted and worried and as soon as she did, A liquid glow of something fille...