The narrow cave walls felt as though they were closing in on her, breathing only half the time out of sheer terror. “What was that?” as she quickly turned around, but nothing was there. The feeling that she was not alone became stronger, but she had to keep moving forward. She couldn’t shake her disemboweled friend out of her mind not 100 feet back. Struggling with her thoughts, trying to keep calm, but the damp, cold, darkness was getting the better of her. She swore fervently that she’d change her ways if she could just see the light of day.
This post is dedicated to the M3 flash fiction challenge.
Word chosen: Light
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