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PHOTO PROMPT. Does it tell you a story?
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THE TUNNEL
Emma was late; dismissing the beeping alarm she’d turned
over for a few more minutes that had stretched into twenty. Now she had to make up for lost time. She would have to take the short cut through
the hated underpass with its dank grey walls dripping with condensation, the
dim lighting, the foetid smells of the night before and the horrors that had
taken place.
Tentatively Emma stepped in the passageway hoping against
hope nobody would follow her or enter from the other direction; she kept her
eyes firmly fixed on the light at the end of the tunnel.
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Dear Sally,
ReplyDeleteSometimes that's all you can do.
Shalom,
Rochelle
There was a tunnel like this on our college campus. Though nothing horrible happened there during my stay, it still gave me the creeps. Emma and I would have to hold hands. Well done.
ReplyDeleteHere's hoping that her passage is a safe one! Hope matters in such a scenario!
ReplyDeleteLeo @ I Rhyme Without Reason
How lovely to see the word 'foetid'. So evocative of tunnels, and a treat to see it spelt in the English way. :)
ReplyDeleteTunnels can be quite scary, but probably it is more dangerous to cross the highway on foot.
ReplyDeleteOh, dear. And just for a few minutes sleep in. I hope she makes it. Great description - I can feel the gloom and damp.
ReplyDeleteSometimes that's the best way to make it through something like that, both literally and metaphorically.
ReplyDeleteHow often we come to regret a few minutes extra in bed!
Well done Sally!
ReplyDeleteLovely take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteNot a fan of tunnels, but if you have to it's the only way to do it!
ReplyDeleteNicely done, you can feel the tension. I only hope there's no cheese at the other end!
ReplyDeleteI know these tunnels, they smell, they are creepy, fear creeps into you no matter how much you rationalize... Great story, brings out all these fears.
ReplyDeleteGood story with great description, Sally. I felt like I was there with her, and was glad nothing bad happened. Well written. :) --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteSome places just lend themselves to thoughts of mystery and violence.
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