The Wishing Well

Chapter 12

Word Count: 100


He stared at her for a few minutes, speechless. What exactly was this human child doing at the bottom of the Bone Eaters Well? Surely she must know this was the burial ground of discarded demon remains?

"Why were you at the bottom of the well?" He asked, raising his boa so that he was face to face with her. She stared at him, obviously fascinated with his stripes. She put her hands out to him again, and brought them together on his cheeks.

"What are you doing?"

"There was a bug." She said, raising her hand to him. "See?"