Fiction Writing With Nhamo Muchagumisa: One Step From The Surface

The wrinkled flesh that surrounded them, formed the most frightening face that she had ever imagined seeing By Nhamo Muchagumisa Dorothy rose from the bottom of the well, guided by a hazy ray of the breaking dawn that found its way into the airless depth. Her chest starved of fresh air, she knew that she had to quicken her ascent to the surface, yet without draining the little oxygen left in her bloodstream. But only one step from the surface, two-litre container of water in hand, her eyes encountered another pair of eyes, peeping into the darkness below. The eyes were red like clots of blood. The wrinkled flesh that surrounded them, formed the most frightening face that she had ever imagined seeing. It was a woman's face, comprising contours of ashen skin, a sight that would frighten any ghost back to hell.