We were deep into the first cavern when a rockslide shook the sandy ground beneath our feet, sealing off the entrance, any external light source, and all hopes of exiting the way we’d entered.
Timothy’d been crushed in the collapse of the second tunnel, and he’d been the only one who knew the caves well enough to navigate us to where Bobbi’s body had been stashed, along with the jewels we’d stolen in the heist.
Roberta, holding our only flashlight, had been following close behind me when the trail that ran along the underground river — detectable only by its echoing splash far below — collapsed; she’d grabbed at Joel, following right on her heels, and dragged him down with her. There was a kind of poetic justice to that; he was the one — all bland suavity, sex, and drugs — who’d convinced her to join our gang, after she’d taken that video of us brutally murdering her.
So now it was just me, my fading phone battery, the stolen jewels, and Bobbi’s corpse.
I was just thinking to myself that it was as if we’d been cursed, when the howling began.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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