The Well

I looked up from the bottom of the well, and a light was gleaming. I had never been closer to hell than now, but still I could see the tiny keyhole of light. I let it shine on me; a mere shimmer on my cheek. I tried to catch it but could not, so I waited. I waited, and as the sun rose above my prison, the shimmer grew. It grew until my entire flesh was bathed in gold, and hell was no match for my fire.