All I can see is the faint glow of a pulsating green light. Voices are getting louder.
The cave is damp and smells of sulphur. The purple rock glistens from the flashes of lightning and the rolling thunder echoes deep into an underground chasm.
It’s just a matter of time.
Gordon Miller is a writer living in Oakville ON. He enjoys getting ideas by writing 50 word stories. Getting them published is a bonus.