Man in the Bottle
by JD DeHart
When the duo passed him on their way into the attractions, they paused and he said, "Help me," as the female leaned close.
He always said either "Help me," or "Stay away." For a solid year, he did not even speak, just looked at the passersby with his worn sad eyes.
The duo: She had seven eyes all blinking and he, much older, spoke through his one hundred deep wrinkles, laughing out of the back of his head.
"These are the people," the tour guide told them, "who chose mates the way some birds do. At least, that is the lie they made themselves believe."
"How did they know when they found the right one?" the female asked.
"It was a matter of perception," the guide told her. "If they felt that their positive outlook was connected to the other person, they went for it. When the feeling went away, they usually decided to try someone else instead."