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The tunnel seemed to go on forever. At some point, Cory burned his fingers and dropped the match. We were stranded in this hollow metal casket for what really did seem like an eternity. He finally stopped whining and found the other matches. Thank goodness for small favors. Striking them on the side of the tunnel, because of course, he didn’t take the entire book of matches, he couldn’t get them to light. Fred, took the matches and struck one against the cobblestone walkway. Ah, light, at last, but not at the end of the tunnel.
We gathered our wares and began the trek once again. Cory decided to become persnickety, going on and on about how he could have lit the match, and Fred always getting the credit, blah, blah, blah. I think I would have accomplished more with the Ringling Circus, I know that whip would certainly come in handy. Ooops, sorry, trailing off here. When I finally got Cory to shut up, we could see that we were nearing the end of tunnel.
With a bit of hesitation, we slowly made our way out into what appeared to be a small village. Well, not a village exactly. It was more like rows and rows of just windows and doors! The powerful ~M had no desire to have anyone find her easily. She made things look appealing to the eye, when deep down inside, her nefarious ways held very wicked thoughts, much like the whip I mentioned. Oh, sorry, again.
Trying to get somewhat of a grasp on the whole situation, I told the three stooges to stay behind, and I went ahead to check out the street. I was careful to keep to the side as much as possible, but the windows made it impossible to stay completely out of sight.
I turned to signal to the others to follow, but something struck me rather oddly. Looking around, things had changed. Maybe a figment of my imagination, or not enough coffee in my blood stream? I blinked a couple of times, but it was still happening. I made sure the others stayed where they were. I didn’t need any more of their stupid antics distracting me. I needed time to figure this out by myself.
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July Writing Prompt – Powerful and persnickety – Day 8/31
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