The Goldfish in the Jar

She tells the boy to observe her, to keep in memory what she is about to do as if he were a phone recording able to play back the scene. She reduces the water in the jar by pouring more than half of it on to the soil of the potted plants by the window. Her grandfather does not move. Nothing compels his attention away from the sun on his face. His grand ter is someone who can eat fire, money, the sun, but only half way. But there is only his face, slightly amused, maybe making a joke of the afternoon.