the light at the end of the tunnel
Posted March 9th, 2023 by ElizieAngelina
in Inkopolis (jk, it's Texas.)
March 9th, 2023
Wandering.
How long had I been wandering in this cave? 3 days? A week? The passage of time had become irrelevant to me, and it seemed I would never get out. I survived off the bugs crawling on the aged, crimson brick walls, as disgusting as they were. There was no satisfaction, no matter how much I ate. Just a tunnel with a seemingly infinite end, taunting me. Taunting my weakened hands, my bloodshot eyes, the sandy feeling in my mouth and the diseases I likely attained. My only source of food betrayed my health ever further.
But recently, the tunnel's neverending darkness seemed to be a tad brighter. Less black, more grey.
Was this it? Had I found freedom? Victory?
I pushed on, my footsteps weakening. I was finally free. No more eating bugs. I would be cured if I had any diseases, wherever I was. I would no longer have to spend my life in a tunnel, living off of water dripping from rusty taps. I would drink real, fresh water, and a. real, healthy plate.
But the brightness didn't make any noise. No cicadas in the distance. No rustle of a forest. No birds.
Except for the sound of a ringling train.
Oh, no.
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“Sometimes that light in the end of the tunnel is a train” ~ Charles Barkley