The Bottomless Whisky Bottle — A Story about the Smartphone

The man felt as though he had been born again.

He was now 1 full year sober. He hadn’t stepped inside a bar or taven for the year’s entirety. Not once.

He thought back to his old self a mere 12 months before. He thought of how he would drown himself in whisky each and every night. He thought of how often he would find himself vomiting onto the cobbled streets of the back alleys of town. And he thought of the rows he would have with his wife and the way he had treated her.

Oh — how he would treat her. His darling. His sweet angel.

He looked into the sunny skies and thanked god that she had stuck by him. What a blessing she was. What a blessing indeed.

As he strolled home from work late one dark night, a strange, old lady appeared from the bushes and stood before him. She wore black from head to toe and the rim of her hat covered her eyes.

She looked him up and down with a smirk, “Hello young man”, she croaked.

“Pleasure to meet you”, replied the young man pleasantly. “What can I do for you lady?”.

With a vicious, evil grin upon her face, the old lady began chanting a curse under her breath. She stretched her hands toward the ground, as though to summon energy from deep below the earth’s surface. She then jolted both her arms towards the young man as if she were throwing some invisible entity toward him

“…are you OK old lady?”, the man asked with a tone of genuine concern.

The old lady let out a shrill laugh, “What’s that in your pocket young man?”, she giggled.

The young man felt inside his pocket. He looked down to his hand only to find it holding a little metal bottle of whisky.

“Wh..what’s this..?” He mumbled, confused.

The old lady spoke wide a wide smirk across her face:

“I have placed an eternal curse upon you. From this day forward you shall carry this bottle upon your person. Its contents shall never deplete, no matter how much you may drink. Try to dispose of it, and you shall find it swiftly returns to your pocket. Break the bottle in two, and it shall repair itself and return to your…