Down the well

Lillie’s rebel spirit compelled adventure; never could sit still.  Dragons, witches, even some giants slaughtered by Lady Gala’s sword.  Into jungles thick with wild, ever-growing vines chasing behind ran she.

Dark swamps wait ahead.  Yet, plunging forward, our heroine spies it too late and plunges over cliff’s edge, tumbling rapidly.  Tree roots poking from dusty dirt saves her life as hands, feet, even hair seems to grabs at sticks.  Baby cannot possibly climb further: the sweet child begins falling.

Daddy’s there, yanking his daughter’s arms until, finally, over well’s rim he pulls.  Safe at last, both cry to exhaustion.









100 Words, no repeats