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.
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. making crystals with epsom salt
Leo was bored. Not the quiet kind of bored that leads to reading, but the restless, floor-pacing kind that made his mom sigh. "Why don't you do something scientific?" she suggested, handing him a box from the laundry room. "Epsom salt." The jar was a frozen forest of magic