This week’s Friday Fictioneers’ photo-prompt takes us for a stroll through the woods, and we discover an abandoned cabin covered in moss. Interesting.
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The Well of Eternity
There it is, “Die Quelle der Ewigkeit.”
Mary looked at John, his eyes ablaze with excitement.
One mouthful of the water in the hut ensures eternal happiness for life.
They bumbled around these woods for days, searching for the mythical source.
She gritted her teeth. She expected a romantic weekend, perhaps even a proposal.
John scooped up a handful of water, refreshingly cool, gasped, choked, and dropped onto his knees. ‘Mary.’
Her mother’s warning sparked Mary’s thoughts. “He’s a lunatic.”
Panic battered her heart.
No! she screamed and pointed at the sign.
John gasped for breath, collapsed, and died.