Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.
The old mine entrance had collapsed behind us. The dust had settled and Eric was in a flap. No-one knew we were down here. We would be incarcerated for all time. Calm I said. All is well. There are several vents above, protected by concrete towers. We will have a lot of ladders to climb up but there is another way out. So we traipsed through the mine and climbed. It wasn’t until we got to the top and found it blocked, that I remembered the farm had cast concrete floors and turned the towers into grain hoppers. (99)