Bill lifted the small bottle off the table and held it up in the dim light of the curiosities tent. He could see something inside. Something liquid, sloshing around against the glass. He thought it might have had a smell too. Some kind of sweet aroma. But it was difficult to tell with the cork still on. Whatever it was, it gave Bill the impression of being very old.
But he was curious, to say the least.
"I would thank you, but not knowing what it is, I'm not entirely sure if I should."
Why did he suddenly feel that he was putting himself in debt to some unseen force by accepting this gift?