alone it sits and stares The well had sat in the woods for as long as anyone had ever known these trees and soil. For as long as anyone knew, the well was as much a part of the forest as the root system. Stones on stones, with ivy and moss crawling up one side. Few knew if any water remained at the bottom. Sometimes kids from the town would toss soda cans or bottles of beer down the well and listen for a splash or glass against the ground. No sound ever came. So the well sat