This warehouse must have been constructed in the 1800's I thought to myself. Paige hurried along to keep up with me despite my telling her countless times to walk slowly. She stepped over an old grate and it gave way under her weight.
"Finding a way out shouldn't be too hard" I fussed at her. The grate had sunk her in an old well. She couldn't swim, but thankfully the water was only knee deep. She started crying more complaining about pain in her leg.
She felt a bone sticking out her leg! I walked slowly and carefully around the dimly lit room to where she fell. Great, there was no ladder. "I'll go find a rope or something" I tried to sound extra soothing. "Focus on breathing. You could go into shock"
Suddenly I smelled smoke. "Hey, I think that jerk off sweet the warehouse on fire!" I screamed. I couldn't focus on finding a rope anymore. "Move to the opposite side Paige!" I squatted near the opening before jumping in.
There was a tunnel! I grabbed Paige's arm to support her and we walked into the tunnel.
(To be continued)
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To Walk In My Mind: A Collection Of Short Stories
RandomI'll be putting my short stories in here that are part of the career program I'm working on... Or attempted entries to contests (Reedsy) where I didn't meet the deadlines (or just can't finish story) Including the not so story like 5 minute free w...
