My Protagonist’s First Thoughts, a Daily Prompt…
Old Water Well (Photo credit: dagnyg)
I know how I got to where I am today. Within me is an old abandoned well, dark and lonely. Sadly, I’d witnessed no sign or hope that water had been here, maybe not even a long time ago. I am aware that there is nothing positive about my well, we won’t find dampness here, yet it is my place to exist for now.
This was not once a wishing well, either. I’m not standing on someone else’s wishes made of silver or copper coins, which would have been tossed in with the belief that wishes came true. So nothing lost, but yet nothing gained. A relief for the hopeful. How sad for me.
This dry, old and forgotten well had found me and not the other way around. It’s too bad, really; wells with forgotten coins full of wishes, or the dampness of a working water well, would have given me hope.
I would have liked there.
How many times do you say thank you for something you’re not thankful for?
I’ve always been intrigued by old wells… Especially those where the dwellings have long since disappeared. I would have to linger near the well and sense the lives and their circumstances that surrounded it during it’s days of liquid glory…