Waiting
‘No, don’t touch that.’
I could hear the screams echoing up the well as I looked into the blackness.
I stared into the darkness not blinking, hoping that I’d see a light. Hoping I would see the shine of a torch. So I’d know that one or both of them had started to climb to safety. But instead, what came started as a rumble in the ground like a heartbeat getting faster and faster until its rhythm filled my ears and it was joined by the sound of nails scrapping stone.
And I knew it was trying to grip the rocks below me.
It was now coming for me.
Oh, that’s good. Is it flash fiction?
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