Thursday, August 23, 2012

100 Words a Day 19


Jeff awoke in complete darkness; he couldn’t see his hand before his face. He was laying on something that felt like course linen on a hard surface. Reaching out he groped through the space around him. Stretching out as far as he could, he felt rough, cold stone beneath his palm. Crawling on all fours he felt around, eventually finding a rock wall. His hands crept up the wall and he stood slowly, lest he bump his head. Inching towards the right, Jeff’s hands eventually encountered a protrusion. He felt the smooth contours with his hand wondering what it was. 

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