#microfiction #well

He lived down a well. Most people thought it strange and many of us laughed at him.

Oh, he didn't spend all of his time there. He came out for sunlight and fresh air like the rest of us. But his home was down the well.

'But isn't it cramped?' people asked occasionally.
'No, there's plenty of room.'
'Isn't it damp?' they would persist.
'Sometimes.'

And then the big fire came. Many houses were destroyed, despite our best efforts – his included - to draw water as fast as possible.

After that, we stopped laughing. Others joined him living down the well. He was right. There was plenty of room.