Luke heard a voice calling to him. He was still at the bottom of that hole. It really sucked because dirt and rocks aren't the most comfortable things to sleep on.
"Excuse me!" the voice called. Luke bolted upright. He was unsure of where he was and why it was so dark.
"Mister, you've been in that hole all day. Are you okay?" the voice called again. In an ordinary circumstance, Luke would have laughed at the fact that someone had called him "mister." But right now wasn't ordinary. Did he really sleep for that long?
"What time is it?" Luke asked.
"Eight-forty-two, sir. I saw you in that hole this morning when I was on my way to the river. What are you still doing in there?"
"I'm not quite sure."
The fall must have damaged his brain, for Luke did not remember falling into a hole this deep. His mom would kill him when he returned home. Not only was he dirty, he'd also been out all day. She'd be mad for sure. Earlier when Luke had fallen, the hole only came to around his waist, now it was as deep as he was tall. He had to be somewhere else.
"Where exactly are we? I don't remember coming here."
"We're in Dover of course!"
"Oh, all right........ Thank you."
"My name's Michael, by the way."
"Okay..." Luke replied. He wasn't really interested in getting to know this random stranger. Luke was stuck in a hole for fuck's sake.
"Now that you're awake, let's get you out. I've got some rope in my bag. Just wait a second," Michael turned to his bag and fished out a rope of decent quality, "I'm gonna lower it now."
Michael wasn't the strongest of males. He was small for seventeen, barely 5'6" and had a slight limp in his left leg from when he was a child. This didn't stop him from trying though. Even though he had no idea of who the strange man in the hole was; he had a personal obligation to help. Heaving and grunting, Michael pulled the rope as hard as he could.
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To clarify, this story takes place in England. I apologize if I get the history or anything wrong. Also, Luke is 18 and Michael is shorter than he really is. But this is fiction, it's all good.
-juliet :)
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