Wilumina and the Well

No one has words to console you when your mother dies. Grief and the edges of pain and anger mesh into your very being. As Wilumina's mother is laid to rest, her husband encourages her to step outside. A walk would be a welcome relief from the well-wishers and busybodies offering her sympathy or worse... 



The walk behind the cemetery was like stepping back in time. Shadows of pain, a different pain, calling her back. An alleyway cursed but out of reach. A well. And a voice calling to her. Beckoning her back...



Waiting for her was the most unlikely of characters. Her role was to take Wilumina on a journey to the deepest recesses of her past. To touch the edges of a long-forgotten pain that clouded her nightmares and locked her in place. The goal, to set her free.



If only Wilumina would be brave enough to go.