He had stopped shouting for help hours ago. It was getting him nowhere and he'd lost his voice as a result.
He was at the bottom of a well, the small circle of daylight a good 50 feet above him.
He'd fallen down it when he dropped his glasses. He'd bent down to pick them up, stumbled and now here he was. In a bloody well and legally blind.
He landed awkwardly after the fall. Luckily he seemed to have avoided any serious injury.
There were voices.
He tried to yell, but no sound came from his mouth.
He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell there were at least three of them. One of them sounded like a child.
Maybe they'd find his glasses and figure out what had happened. Maybe not.
The coin the child threw down the well hit him square on the forehead and knocked him out.
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