Something caught his eye, glinting, shining in the rooms corner. Out of the box he pulled an aged glass bottle. “How much would you sell this for?”
“Oh that old thing. I suppose you could have it for almost nothing, it’s been in that box for quite some time”
Danny reached into his pocket, dropped the few coins he had onto the table and walked out with the bottle, fascinated.
As he came in, Danny dropped his keys on the side table and sat himself down on the sofa.
“Wonder what’s inside…” he tipped it upside down and rolled it from side to side, as if he was inspecting a fine wine. As he rotated it he noticed a string of writing along the bottom of the bottle. It was aged and faded, eroded by time. As he rubbed the bottom of the bottle the cork disappeared, yet this was only the beginning.
The seemingly empty bottle was now spewing clouds of smoke, filling the small living room of Danny‘s flat.
When the smoke finally cleared