Ripe fruit

She held a star in her hands. Carefully, she cracked it open and poured its light into a jar. With one hand gloved, she caught the wish as it emerged from the star and began to plant it.

She pressed it into black soil inside an old orange planter.

From the fridge, she retrieved a red flask and a white bottle. Holding the flask over the planter, she took a sip from the bottle and sprayed it out as a fine mist.

As a single drop from the flask passed through the mist, it ignited instantly. The drop turned to glass, then liquefied just before touching the soil.

She left the planter outside until three in the morning. When she returned, a small, round fruit had pushed its way out of the dirt.

She squeezed it into another flask. The white liquid filled it, and she slipped it into her pocket.