Description
《It was an oddly beautiful sight: the broken well, made of stone but with moss and vines woven throughout its structure. It had a small wooden roof over it, but boards had been torn off, and it was so broken splinters could have formed in his hands from just looking at it. With just a bit of sunlight streaming through, and bird chirps instead of deadening silence, it honestly could have been a nice place to sit and read or think.》 * * * Oliver lives a simple life; does what his mother tells him, gets good grades, and rarely gets into trouble. In fact, the only remotely interesting thing about him is that his father died when he was but a small child. So, when he goes to hunt for food one morning and stumbles upon a rickety old well --- could it be his father was alive the whole time? * * * Note: short story again, but enjoy! (Photo used in cover is mine.)
Legends of the Old Well
