The Well - Part Two
By: Stephanie J. Bardy

The season had changed and the leaves with it. October loomed large, cold and wet. The Well, silent for the last year, emitted an almost sigh. Those pale arms reached towards the sky and pulled the small frail looking body from the darkness. It had been a long year. The last meal was gone long before the snow had been. The years brought less and less as fewer found the forest a place of refuge. She was starving. She pulled her body over the edge and her feet touched the outside of the well for the first time in years.

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