It's dark around me. The lantern was ripped from my hands by the collapse and splattered into shrapnel on the bottom of the rock. I can't see a hand in front of me. Not that there is much to see here and I know: the guide had warned me so. Extensively, he had mentioned all possible dangers and I, smart-ass, had let her glide past me smiling.

I am in the darkness around me and feel what I expected: dust and a lot of sharp rock. But unfortunately: no passage. What now? To remove all stones, stronger men than myself are needed, and I don't have that much energy.

The wisest thing is to wait for help. Maybe by tapping rocks against each other, as spill marks, I can make it clear that I'm sitting here.


(c) 2021 Hans van Gemert

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15 comments
Very good story about those that intrigue you and wonder what will happen, what will do and now
Beautiful, Hans. I suppose this is a follow-up story, I'm a fan.. Beautiful and exciting.
When everything is about to collapse, there are always the 140word challenges.. 😀
Please tell me there's gonna be a sequel.... I feel sorry for you.
I hope for your sake that these morseseinen are picked up....
Brrr, shrivering here... because in few words you wrote a very good text about being alone and in danger
I don't even want to imagine how I'd feel.. brrr, terrified.