It’s never a good idea to sit around idly, eating onion flavored chips on the stone rim of any sort of well. I mean, it’s not my fault Carl decided to pop out of nowhere. I reassured it. Wells are so terribly frightened of everything. “B-b-be careful,” it told me. I rolled my eyes and kept munching. All of a sudden, my friend Bob ran out of the darkness at me, hands outstretched. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into the depths of the Wishing Well.
The bottom of the wishing well was nothing like I expected. It was as if a mini ecosystem was thriving inside the well. Flowers were blooming, moss thrived on the well’s bottom, vines curled up high above my head and only speckles of golden sunlight filtered through to illuminate the space. Glowing creatures floated in the air, held up loftily by the gentle breeze.
“This is incredible, Bob!” Bob bit his lip and looked behind me. I turned around to see Carl smiling at Bob. And we never knew what happened next.