The fountain is shrouded in mystery.
Some say it grants every wish you ask.
And others say it brings nothing but mischief.
Either way, you were drawn to the old, cobbled thing, stepping towards it with caution.
You peered inside, glancing at the coins and the dirty green water.
You stuck your hand in your pocket, pulling out a rusted gray coin and flicking it into the water.
In a hushed tone, you spoke.
"I wish, I wish, I wish..(a wish)."
Then you walked away.
