The Well at the End of the Road
The last drop came out with a sound like a sigh. Luke Harris held the plastic bucket upside down and watched the thin streak run down the inside wall. He tipped it. He scraped it with his finger. He brought the finger to his mouth. It tasted like dirt. Noa was sitting on the edge of the well, drawing with chalk. She had drawn a circle on the stone. It was round. Luke decided it was the best...
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