Step down to my personal catacombs. I drag my hand along the stony side, counting the steps. Off to the right is a branching I love to explore; days along the coast, sailing, working on boats, and seaside with my wife.
A bit further along are memories of a misspent youth, fun too.
The problem is that the torches gutter and blow out at the lower reaches. These corridors I avoid. A whisper comes, “do you dare?”
4 Replies to “Step Down”
Love the image of your memories as ‘personal catacombs’.
Nice take on the prompt. Liked the memories as catacomb, but then the spooky part at the end was intriguing.
Lou, where can I get me some personal catacombs? I wouldn’t mind that at all! 😀
The wonderful thing about personal catacombs is that they are a DIY project! No need to head to home depot or lowe’s, just hammer them together from random bits of trauma leftover from a life well misspent. Too much planning ruins the random surprises you can find when exploring. So no pencil and paper planning if you want a real treat. Just go for it.
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