Written for the following prompt:
When I accept the challenge, I knew there had to be a catch. I mean it seemed simple enough, locate the well at the end of the garden. Not any well of course, the well down the long twisting path, with the slate roof and in the gothic style.
He’d shown me a picture and given me a clue … the wide sunburnt country.
I got that first bit quick … and headed off certain I’d be the winner, but standing here I realise the assumption I made was my grave mistake.
The devil would have his due’s today.