Nine minutes to One, part three – The Wishing Well

“I suppose she sent you?” said the man with green eyes, looking down, sadly on the boy.

“Who sent me?” replies the boy, in a voice deeper and more powerful than he expected. At this the man with the green eyes stands back, as though some link has been made with something forceful in his life.

The boy realises that the journey through the darkness has changed many things; that the setting off into the unknown made the clock face do something strange: something you couldn’t draw just with a straight line…

“Did she?” asked the man with the green eyes.

“What?” the boy asks, extracting himself from the tight yellow rain mac that is threatening to rip itself open across his shoulders. He discards it, but the man with the green eyes follows it as it tumbles along the…