Encouraging links between students and school staff around the globe
As holes went, this one was big enough to swallow a church. it yawned upwards at the sky, a black mouth in the mountainside, howling silently at the oblivious sky above. That we would have to let it swallow us terrified me. It held a darkness that seemed thick, like it had substance. And somewhere in it, deep within its suffocating gloom, lay The Pool. Dad had spoken about it in the days up to his death, muttered to us glimpses if that underground spectacle; a pool clear and smooth as glass, the rock beneath lending it an otherworldly glow of green. It held something that would save us, he promised, but what he had never told. Now though, with our days falling away, the end of the year facing us hard as stone, and the echoes of wolf howls on the wind, we would find out. It was the water that had hidden dad's secrets, water that had eventually killed him, and water that would, we hoped, eventually give us hope.
Add a Comment