Rosanne lied down on the hard, wet bottom of the well. Arms and legs stretched out and floating on top of the water, all she did was let her eyes gaze upward towards the cloudless blue sky. Water filled her ears, muffling the lively chirps of the sparrows that flew by.
What did I do to deserve this, she questioned to herself. Various answers came to mind, all nothing but trivial issues and minor circumstances.
Perhaps it was because I forgot to collect last week’s rations on time for Mother?
Regardless of the reason, all she could to was wait.
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