Faithful Pebble

by perrilloux.bf68

She fell. That is what the townspeople told him, a wanderer only passing through. Now as he stands over the mouth of an empty well, he ponders the problem of raising a girl whose entire life's been spent living in darkness. [115, mod 114]

4. Part Four

Faithful Pebble

Part Four

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"Drawn there?"

"Yes!" A boy answered with big eyes and a happy smile. "Like those two kids and the witch and the candy house."

"No! No! Like the man with the pipe, you know, the one with the meeces." Another boy picked his nose something nasty. "Someone came and lured her to the well."

"If that was so, why would she fall in?"

The boy shrugged. "He pushed."

"No!" The youngest of the four, the riffraff, the monstrous pickpocket gang of that small little town, even he knew. "No! Everybody knows this." He looked up at the man who smiled and nodded and listened silently with his bag over his shoulder. His cropped hair dirty and wild covering cyan blue eyes crinkled with concern and curiosity. "She fell, mister," the boy whispered. "She fell and that is where she stayed."

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- Calla