Nurturing A Wishing-Well

Long, long ago there was a wishing-well. Found in an endless sea sitting on an island just barely big enough for you and me; though very nurturing to others needs. People wished it to an easier place to reach. For some reason, that was a wish which would never be. So they all moaned and groaned. To get to it people rented boats. Others had to swim. And, some even parachuted in. Still, no matter how easy it got to get there people kept complaining every time they'd go to make a wish. Day after day those moans and groans added up as the water was slowly draining. No one took time for the wishing-well. It had needs. Just as anything else. The magic water had been lessening with every mean spirited wish people were making. Nobody bothered to think to care. Until one day a boy named Tomas finally dared. A 6-year-old kid that to date had made 55 wishes. None which were ever for him. He made wishes for happiness and health of people less fortunate than himself. On a day like any other, he went wishing but nothing ever came. "Such forgetfulness." he thought to himself. He forgot the wishing-wells well-being. Tomas peered the well's ledge, down inside, to see if water was left or if it went completely dry. As far as light showed, there wasn't a drop. So Tomas threw a stone down, listening, but heard nothing. He leaned even further over the edge to get better vantage. And sadly even too sad, Tomas ended up fumbling off the bricks falling in feet over head. Needless to say, it was empty. Tomas was stuck at the bottom. And, despite all his hooping and hollering nobody ever seemd to be listening. People slowly stopped coming since they didn't get their wishing. Now way down at the bottom, where Tomas once set, lay his bones with brick crumblings falling overhead from a wishing-well far pass it's well-being.