After he lent on it, the cracks
began to emerge, at first just allowing a handful of pebbles to break
loose. But as he walked away deeper into the chasm the cracks began
to emerge. Getting deeper and the rock began to creak as the opening
began to get wider. He was still oblivious as to what was going to
happen within a few moments. Unlike with a bullet, he would hear the
crack of the rock that would kill him.
He bound down the valley, where he
was going not even he knew. This was his year out, a time for
adventure so he decided to discover the vast caves of Western
America. This was the the fourth chasm he had delved into, he felt
free there. The heat began to beat down, it was less imposing within
the hole he found himself in, yet within moments the sun would become
a distant memory and certainly the least of his troubles. The cracks
began to emerge and the creaking seeped into his ears, he turned.
This was the first sound he had heard for two hours and the sound of
creaking rock was surely not a positive one. He turned back into the
valley, had he gone to inspect then he would have been safe but he
stepped further towards the cave mouth. An area the size of the rock
he had just, without him knowing, set free.
It began to tumble. He heard it
now, It broke free and began to bounce slowly towards him, by this
time he had realised that the cave he was walking towards was non
existent, and he found himself at a dead end, in all senses of the
phrase. He began a frenzy searching for any way to escape his
imminent death, he looked up to the sun with a look of despair etched
onto his face. A face of a life that was about to end. A ledge was
within reach he leaped to reach it and brushed it with his fingers.
Hurling himself towards freedom his fingers gripped the edge of the
rock shelf. He wasn't strong but his fear added weight to his muscle,
allowing him to cling to the ledge with his feet dangling in the path
of the rock. A tear fell.
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