Faithful Pebble
Part Seven
"She used to talk, but now it's just silent. She's stopped talking." That's what the wood cutter had said.
He peered down into its depths noting the rocky grey walls. They tainted blacker the deeper it went. He couldn't see the bottom. The wander leaned in further, stretched to his toes as his grip on the rotting frame tightened. There was no cover. The well was just a square hole in the ground with a thick wall that just reached the arching bend of his waist.
"One of the last things I heard her say was that it was getting deeper. It's why you can't see the bottom. And she can't see you. I used to talk to her, you know. Describe the world and what not, because she was so curious, that one. She didn't know what light was. She could remember it, but then she couldn't. 'I wish I could see it. Just one more time.' That's what she used to say. Would say it all the time, but now it's just silent."
Light? Silence? He peered down and tried to smile wondering if it was true.
- Calla P. How was your week?