They lowered the bucket into the well.
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Peering over they could see their reflection far below; a foetid smell rose.
The reflection broke as the bottom of the bucket skimmed the surface - but rope was at it's limit. She cut it from the spindle.
He grabbed her waist as she stretched over, rope in hand, dipping the bucket beneath the water.
She turned; a furrowed brow. Her lips parted to explain; her body wrenched suddenly over the side. He tried to grasp her but she was gone; a guttural scream and the slap of dead weight hitting water.
His head a silhouette in reflection.