Monday, November 14, 2016

Bottomless Wells and Topless Bars






Some things stay with you. When I was a kid there were bottomless wells all over the place. Well, that's what they told me. Every old well that we would come across in Jemison, I would ask, "Aunt Noot, is that one bottomless?"

"No, not that one, honey," she would always assure me.

I'm not sure that I ever actually saw one and I'm not sure what fascinated me, no, terrified me about the idea. Seems obvious now that you can drown in six inches of water as easily as a bottomless well. Now, yeah.

It took a long time to realize that ghosts aren't scary and that monsters are just men and women who were never loved. The only thing to fear is loss and it's always right around the corner.



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