Faithful Pebble
Part Six
"It is such a sad thing. We all tried to help."
"And she just would not—"
"Could not—"
"And so—"
"They just left her there. I feed her once in a while, bread when I am in the area."
"When we sneak away—"
"I give some to my son so he can feed her. It is the least we can do to help the poor dear. She has been down there since heaven knows when. It is amazing she is even alive, but in all honesty, I would really hate to see what she looks like." The Madame laughed causing the others around her to snicker and giggle, their laughter mixing with the bellows of the men, the hackles of the old wood cutter and the teeters of the children.
The harsh melody accompanied the young wanderer as he escaped from the town towards the dark damp woods, towards the well and its crusted hill. It was just tall enough to see the town, but not tall enough for the town to see it. He looked down at them, then snorted shaking his head. "She does have a point. I too wonder what she looks like."
Thank you for reading - Calla