The jar was a frozen forest of magic. Spiky, needle-like crystals had climbed the sides of the glass and woven themselves into a tangled web at the bottom. They shimmered like pale blue icicles from a fairy tale. When he tilted the jar, the liquid moved, but the crystals stayed, clinging to the glass as if they had always belonged there.
He set the jar on the windowsill. The morning sun hit the crystals, and they scattered tiny rainbows across the kitchen wall. His mom smiled. His dad took a picture. making crystals with epsom salt
"Whoa," he whispered.
"It's also for crystals," she said, and that was all the encouragement he needed. The jar was a frozen forest of magic
But morning is the great revealer of secrets. Leo shuffled into the kitchen, still in his dinosaur pajamas, and opened the fridge. His breath caught. When he tilted the jar, the liquid moved,