Ewan decided not to protest. He was happy they were leaving the well. The boy didn't hesitate to grab hold of Angel's neck and waist, hugging her fiercely during their ascent. Luckily, he was small and weighed no more than a camping pack. It was dark when they reached the surface.
"Sorry," Ewan said in a small voice, dropping to the grass.The boy's face was hot with embarrassment. He felt stupid hanging there and whimpering. "We can try again tomorrow. I'll do better. I-I promise...."
Old Mara's cottage was up the hill. Her silhouette sat on the porch, star-gazing.
"Sorry," Ewan said in a small voice, dropping to the grass.The boy's face was hot with embarrassment. He felt stupid hanging there and whimpering. "We can try again tomorrow. I'll do better. I-I promise...."
Old Mara's cottage was up the hill. Her silhouette sat on the porch, star-gazing.