Thursday, April 15, 2021

When Did It Get Dark? by E.I.Q

Why can’t I move?

I’m boxed in, arms pinned alongside me. Something smells familiar.

Damp, musty.

My eyes struggle to adjust—I’m in absolute darkness. I try moving and … fall?

Did I fall backwards?

Panic overtakes me. I lurch forward—upwards—and my forehead smacks sharply against something. Wood.

Dear God.

Noooo!

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