(A drabble*)
I came again to simply fetch a pitcher of water from the well.
The water is always so cool and refreshing. The sweet taste of freshness never disappoints. The flavor is so addictive I keep coming back.
As I look into the well, my reflection shimmers on the water’s surface.
I never have to reach down very far; the water is always right there.
As the pitcher enters the water, my hand freezes on the handle. The pitcher tugs my arm into the water.
Instantly, I am submerged and in a freefall. The light from the surface is suddenly gone.
