When I was small my grandmother used to take me to a park near our house. In the park was a wishing-well. The bronze coins in the bottom of the well glistened under the water in the morning light.
Posted By Pilgrim On 12.30.2010 @ 3:45 am
There were three friends who met each other once a year in a secluded wood. Two had known each other from childhood; the third they had met at university. Their meeting was a boys’ affair, complete with barbeques, hunting and fishing.