“It was Jill!”
“It was Jill!”
“It was Jill!”
The folks in town did utter. But they weren’t there. They weren’t there. Still they said that Jill pushed Jack down the hill. Jill got the whipping for causing Jack’s disaster but neither Jill nor Jack gave the folks answers. For their souls tremble when reminiscing the well on top of the hill. Ah, the well. The old well and the thing living inside it.

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November 25, 2008 at 9:35 am
G. Feek
Darn. I had the same thing in mind. Seriously. Could it have been Jack or its Jill’s fault? or could there be others on the hill as well? (besides the well). questions. questions. they evoke more and more of their kind. neverending *sigh*
November 25, 2008 at 10:53 am
ayyub
hehe. stories are made from questions. the more questions asked, the better the story’ll be… me think!
November 25, 2008 at 11:57 am
G. Feek
u have a point my friend. can’t deny that.
p/s: “awan mendung yang berarak bawa tangis, bawa resah, rebah rindu yang terkumpul. semua gerak dan kalimah, semua janji yang kau berikan lebur di sisi mu” – M. Nasir in Mantera Beradu
November 25, 2008 at 10:36 pm
ayyub
a fan of m.nasir i presume…
November 26, 2008 at 10:55 pm
G. Feek
well..kinda..
November 27, 2008 at 1:55 pm
ayyub
“… dan yang bermain di mimpi
Menjelmalah engkau dalam realiti”
bagus!