She stood there, her hands grabbing the surface as she reached out to look down the well. As she
stared down at darkness, she was a reminded of a black hole. A black hole that drew everything
towards it.
A single wishing well that drew wishes .Coins, pennies ,quarters, jewels, precious items all it attracted.
On the basis of human desire. The need, the want, the belief, the necessity or achange in life.
Some need love, others want full of envy , and some simply wish luck to fall on their fate.
These things hold such importance in people’s life.
Thus in a way they influence a person’s actions or
decisions. In other words control.
And such so.
People from near and far travel here.Some hopeless, who seek the last choice.Others hear the legends and come to see the magic themselves.
With them is their most precious item, the one they will offer. A sacrifice to gain.
Gain their little or worldly wishes.
Small things or sometimes a miracle as their last resort.
All put in a single wish.
‘What is mine?’ she thought.
