Sunday, November 9, 2008

Drabble: Trapped

Trapped

I’m bruised from when they tossed me down into the disused cistern. My eyes are adjusted to the dark, but there’s not much to see: The only way out is the way I came in, the aquaeduct leading into the structure, and that’s three and a half metres up the wall.

I might get out if it rains. Though if it rains too hard, I won’t be able to fight the torrent out the hole, and if it’s not hard enough, I won’t be able to tread water long enough, and I’ll drown.

At least I won’t die of thirst.

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