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.
Up the green slab, two shadows crawl, Jack with his swagger, Jill with her gall. He says fetch , she says fine , He says the water tastes like mine . jackandjill hayley davies
Jack touched her broken crown. “I know.” Jill went up first, her bucket gleaming like a dare