Saturday, March 31, 2018

100 Words a Day 1159

Craigar used his hand to block out the searing light coming through the cave entrance. It was just a point of light several hundred feet away, but it made his teeth ache. He turned around and donned his dark goggles. He couldn’t believe how bright topside was.

A light breeze, strange, but pleasant, touched the back of his neck as he finished with his goggles. He inhaled through his nose and started coughing. Merchants returning from trips above had exposed him to the fragrant things called fruits and flowers, but he’d had no idea their odor could be so strong.

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