Lavynder Rain: Jack And Jill

The world turned inside out.

The spirit appeared again, blossoms trembling in her hollow eyes. jack and jill lavynder rain

At the top, the old well glowed faintly. Jack lowered the pail while Jill held his belt. The pail sank into darkness, but instead of a clatter on stone, they heard a soft chime, like a harp string plucked. The world turned inside out

They fell not down the hill, but through it—tumbling through layers of soft earth and root and memory. When they landed, gasping, they were in a different place: a valley of endless lavender under a rain that fell upward, drops rising from the ground to the sky. Jack lowered the pail while Jill held his belt

A woman stood before them. She had no eyes, only tiny lavender blossoms in their sockets, and her voice was the sound of rain on leaves.

Jack laughed and grabbed her hand. “Then we must fetch a pail of it. Think what the village could do with lavender rain!”

They walked. The first hour, Jack complained about the weight of the pail. Jill snapped back. A crack split the earth at their feet. They fell silent, frightened.