On that note, I'll get back at it tomorrow.
Here's a teaser of what I've got going:
The tiny woman lead us through the hall, then down a set of
stairs. The basement floor consisted of large stones that didn't quite meet.
Water trickled in the large gaps between them. One could easily turn an ankle
if not careful, but it was a cool reprieve from the sticky, hot mess of the
day.
The woman kept looking back, beckoning us forward.
We did the best we could, but carrying our payload on the
uneven rocks was no easy task.
“In here, in here.” she motioned to a curtain. “Private room.”
We followed in to a curtained-off area, hardly a room, and gently
set our cargo on the table.
I still don't know where it's going, or how it's going to end.
Comment if you like, but this one is still a work in progress.
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