Asakiyume<p>"It's a family heirloom," David said, "But no one used it when I was growing up. Too much effort to prepare." He held out the lidded ceramic jar for Danielle to inspect. She looked in.</p><p>"What's this stuff? Some kind of meal?"</p><p>David nodded. "My gran said sometimes it's wheat, sometimes corn, sometimes barley. The main thing is, it never runs out."</p><p>He poured all the meal into a saucepan ... but moments later the jar was full again.</p><p>"Cool! I'll definitely use it!"</p><p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/meal" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>meal</span></a></p>