It lay precisely on the border where the meadow ended and the woods began - a dark opening in the earth a yard cross, hidden by grass.
Nothing marked its perimeter - no fence, no stone curb(at least not one that rose above ground level). It was nothing but a hole, a wide-open mouth.
The stones of its collar had been weathered and turned a strange muddy-white.
They were cracked and chunks are missing, and a little green lizard slithered into an open seam.
You could lean over the edge and peer down to see nothing.
All I knew about the well was its frightening depth.
It was deep beyond measuring and crammed full of darkness, as if all the world’s darknesses had been boiled down to their ultimate density.