The Wishing Well

Chapter 3


It was like she was swimming into an ocean that was not wet. The fish were replaced by an endless stream of stars, which delighted her to no end. She swam until she reached the shore. But instead of being greeted with beach sand, she saw an open blue sky and white, fluffy clouds. She could hear birds chirping in the distance, seeing a few fly over the well opening. She stood up, holding her hands over her mouth like a makeshift microphone.

"Hellloooooo!"

She heard nothing. She frowned, sticking her tongue out.

"Somebody better come get me, or else!"