Helen provided a prompt: write a 100 word story using the words cylinder, goglet and liberate.
I managed to use all three words, but I am afraid I could not quite figure out how to turn it into a 100 word story. 😦
The goglet took shape under her careful, gnarled fingers. The thick cylinder of clay grew in the pottery wheel. Its long, sensuous curves would attract drinkers like spilled honey drew vermin.
Her daughter decorated it with a fine black glaze. Frolicking shepherdesses, lonesome maids, wide open petals. It was enough to rivet any man’s gaze.
They placed it in the shop. Many men stopped and stared. They encouraged special orders from them.
The particular man walked into the shop again. They were quite happy to sell it to him.
He drank the liberating wine from it. He slept deeply that night and did not wake.
His paramour was delighted. She slipped into the night, taking the goglet with her, to give to her brother. He did not wake the next night either.