“I wonder what my mom would say if she could see me now,” mused
the guy beside me as we braced
“Mine are pretty used to me by now,” I said, ensuring my
boots had their firmest possible hold on the muddy wall opposite, “Though I like
to keep them posted so they’ll know how to pray.”
A glance at the void where the floor dropped off beside me,
sloping down as an angled crevice which ended in darkness some fifteen feet
below, suggested I could use those prayers about now. Shoulders pushed against
the stone behind me, boots against the wall three feet away, I began easing my
way sideways over the void.
How in the world did I end up here, anyway?
Let me tell you the story.
