I opened my eyes to blinding sun. I pulled the rope, hoping to finish before anyone noticed.
I was startled by a man leaning against the well. Had he been there?
“Let me.” He took my burden before I could respond. He poured the bucket into my pot. The water flowed until it was full.
“How did you…it takes three times for that container.”
I stared at refreshing water inside the vessel. “Have faith. You’ll do great things.”
I looked up. He was gone.
Somehow, I now held the bucket. I opened my eyes. Morning rays infiltrated my room.
– Written for Carrot Ranch March 21, 2019 Flash Fiction Challenge. Prompt was “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a bucket of water. What is the condition of the water and what is the bucket for? Drop deep into the well and draw from where the prompt leads!” WC 99. Painting by Nathalie Villeneuve at Pause and Paint.