Friday Fictioneers: Tunnel
Grace’s footsteps echoed as she entered the tunnel. For a moment, she turned back towards the light. A deep breath; then she continued.
The light flickered above her as always. Her hand gripped the wall. This was where the air had been torn from her lungs. The ground had swung upwards. Pain drilled through her. A long, gurgled scream—
Grace took deep breaths. Slowly returned to empty tunnel. It had not been any easier, but it had passed quicker today.
The tunnel had a twisted past. But for the first time, she saw light at the end of it.
Words: 99 (close call)
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