27 April 2012
I tucked the single peacock feather in my hair, as I walked to the well. It stood on the brink of the forest; our only water source rotting away in solidarity.
The sun bore down on me, leaving searing pains in my exposed neck. But I just kept on walking, ever so encouraged as the first signs of the well emerged.
With every step I took closer I was able to see clearer, hence spotting the crouched figure struggling to lift the bucket on to the hook. And as manners go, I rushed over to help. But as I went to take the bucket from this poor souls hand, she tripped and fell crashing to the ground. However the person on the floor was not an old lady as I assumed. Not even one person! Not even a person! But three green skinned beings with large eyes; pixies.
Just as the scream rose to my throat, I lost all sight and collapsed onto the floor.
Green Well • Opuss № I