Well it is time to sink my next post on the page for the blog hop Six Sentence Stories - Sink. This story is fiction, but unfortunately these kind of things have happened in the past.
Playing chase and trying to avoid the cockleburs in the field was just about impossible for the two little girls. The field was near the two story farm house where Mom could see them while she was hanging clean laundry on the old rope clothesline outside. Because of the drought there was little water other than for the bare necessities. All the farmers had to drill wells, sometimes more than one, trying to find water, and abandoned well shafts were not always filled in. While Mom was gazing at her daughters, she screamed a blood curdling scream as she saw the youngest suddenly sink from view.