"I reckon I could jump it"
where would you land
head and shoulders protruding over emptiness
the flame burned blue
the air was still bad
in the depths of the shaft
it was even worse
I could make out very few details
a pale amorphous glimmer
omnipresent limestone chips
left in the hope that a thief tumble and break his bones
the jackal-headed guide of the dead raised his hand in greeting
"you see the options open to us"
the passageway is concealed
it lies behind Anubis
opening out from the depths of possibilities
we will need ropes
wait for the air to clear
you saw how blue the lamp burned
About the Creator
Carrie Heyn
Currently a stay at home mom. I enjoy reading, knitting socks, mushroom hunting, baking/cooking, and learning about sustainability. I have always been interested in writing but have never taken the plunge to do any kind of public writings.
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