My World, My Images
Thursday, 16 May 2013
There was only one possibility. Soon their hopes would fade just as the daylight dissolved into twilight and then into the darkness of the long night.
They heard no sounds, felt no touch and saw no fleeting movements in the shadows. That they were not alone, they had no room for doubt.
The pinpoint of light was as a beacon in the black nothingness that surrounded them. Did it mean the end of a tunnel and escape or was it, as a lighthouse, a grim warning.
Though why now, why here and why them.
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