Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week’s intriguing photo has all the potential to lead to a dark place.
Or is there always light at the end of the tunnel?
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
I am dazed by the fall, unsure if I passed out or not.
Stupid, I think, so careless.
I do not want to need help so close to the body I have just buried.
I seem to be in a cave, or tunnel, perhaps.
Yes, probably fell down a mine shaft, there was once a thriving industry here.
I see a light in the distance.
I stagger to my feet, stumble towards it.
As I walk, I reflect on what went wrong.
Usually I study my victims, plan the disposal and escape.
This time I acted on impulse, buried her in this place I hardly know.
And crashed through those rotted planks.
But I am okay, the stiffness is easing, the light getting brighter.
They look like flames, I think.
Then I stop in horror as I recognise the laughing figure who steps out of the fire.
And I know exactly where I am.