Walking along the beach, lost in the argument I was having with myself, a little flash caught my eye. The sun was reflecting off some dark glass in the sand. I stooped over and picked up a tiny bottle that had lodged in the sand.
Rubbing the sand off, the glass was dark blue, and I unscrewed the lid. Inside was a tiny note. Unrolling it, I read, “3DITZBE for a time in 2230.” Okay. I had no idea what to make of that. I turned the bottle upside-down in my hand, and a tiny key fell out. Uh, right then.
Rolling the note back up, I tucked it with the key back into the bottle, screwed the lid on and threw it as hard as I could. Pitching it back into the ocean, I walked on. It wasn’t meant for me; I had no way to decipher the message. It’d wash back up for someone else to find and good luck to them.
Little did I know, I would hold that blue bottle again.