Jill went up first, her bucket gleaming like a dare. I waited at the bottom, counting her footsteps. When she screamed, I ran. But Jack was already there, holding the rope, looking down into the dark.
“It’s not water down there,” she whispered when she reached the top. jackandjill hayley davies
They told us it was just a hill. A nursery rhyme. A warning about fetch-quests and cracked crowns. Jill went up first, her bucket gleaming like a dare
She pulls up darkness, not clear springs — A handful of teeth, a nest of strings. Jack laughs. “That’s not the deal.” Jill says, “Neither was this hill.” Jill went up first