The Treading Swimmer.

’The flowers here are like paintings’, the child thought, laughing as he ran across the Meadow. He wished his parents had come along. But his parents were busy pitching camp.

'Don’t explore too far,’ his mother had said. He had pretended not to hear as he bounded off into the woods. Now, traversing this glorious field, the boy came across a pile of fieldstones. He figured it must be the foundation of an old homestead. He would not go near it. He knew better. Besides, his eyes had been drawn to something else - a brilliant lady's slipper- the rarest and most beautiful flower in New South Wales.

He had only ever seen them in books.

Excited, the boy moved toward the flower. He knelt down. The ground beneath him felt mulchy and hollow. He realized good flower had found an extra fertile spot... It was growing from a patch of rotting wood. Thrilled by the thought of taking home his price, the boy reached out.... Fingers extending towards the stem. He never reached it.

With a sickening Crack, the earth gave way... In the dizzying terror as he fell, the boy knew he would die. Plummeting downward, he braced for the bone - crushing Collision. When it came, there was no pain… Only softness.

And cold.

He hit the deep liquid Dave first, plunging into a narrow blackness. Spinning disoriented somersaults, he groped the sheer walls that enclosed him on all sides... Somehow, as if by instinct, he sputtered to the surface... His arms clawed at the water, searching the walls of the hollow for something to grab onto be. Only smooth stone. He had fallen through an abandoned well covering.

He screamed for help, but his cries reverberated in the right shaft. He called out again and again...

Above him, the tattered hole grew dim.

Night fell.

Time seemed to contort in the darkness. Numbness set in as he treaded water in the depths of the chasm, calling, crying out. He was tormented by visions of the walls collapsing in, burying him alive. His arms ached with fatigue. A few times he thought he heard voices. He shouted out, but his own voice was muted... Like a dream…As the night wore on, the shaft deepened. The walls inched quietly inward. The boy pressed out against the enclosure, pushing it away exhausted, he wanted to give up... And yet he felt the water buoy him, cooling his burning fears until he was numb. When the rescue team arrived, they found the boy barely conscious. He had been treading water for five hours...