A Picture Tells 100 Words.

Two gleaming predatory eyes stare with hungry intent at the front door from the driveway. Its shiny muscular dark green carapace hunched in a perpetual state of readiness. Jill knew this was a brash decision, but how could she resist… Wasn’t her relationship on the rocks anyhow? “It’s me or that car, Jill. You decided!” had been Fiona’s ultimatum. How could she do that? How could Fiona have put her in that position? Jill had only one true love... The night was dark, cradling a Whiskey on the front verandah, Jill stared intently down the driveway. Was it worth it?

The Well Confused, Huan peered down the well, a perfect circle of bricks plunging into dizzying darkness… Oblivion. He doesn’t know how he got there. He closes his eyes and sighs, and just like that, the world is spinning. ‘I have to give up the drinking’ he thinks to himself. Suddenly eyes wide plunging headfirst, screaming, flailing.  Brick becomes dirt. Bursting for the earth more and more hands grabbing, nails scratching, tearing clothes and ripping flesh.  A blood-curdling scream escapes his throat! ... Then just as sudden bright light, cool grass on skin, and covered in sweat. ‘I need help’