"It is a set of worries that allows you to forget another set of worries. Which worries are more important? Well, if we can actually get the treasure we won't have the money worries and we can get to the next set." These were the thoughts that were going through her head as she was lowered into the shaft. Whispers of hope and regret undifferentiated, were also passing through her mind.
So lost in her thoughts she was abrubptly brought back, as the sling stopped and she was sittng just above the floor of a small gallery. It was the impenetrable soft black of forever. She turned on the light and it bounced harshly around the broken walls and jagged openings leading out and up. The floor sloped and was very uneven, only the path they had cleared was free of the splinters and shards of a hard rock mine. She undid the belt and climbed out of the seat, then gave two short tugs on the rope. After this she took up the plastic bags that had been tied to the chair. These bags were the incredibly durable type.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
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