Cold wet and naked I found myself. I was buried in mud to my neck and was held by shackles at my ankles. My arms were tied behind me and standing up on the muddy basin kept me alive. If I relaxed I would drowned in the pit I found myself. “If only things had been different the week before,” I thought to myself trying not to collapse. Here I was alone in a cavern dungeon, a sort of natural prison, now captive. How did I get here you ask? Well Last Monday was my first day without school since I was in kindergarten. Twelve years of public school and four of college and I was finally released from the bondage of education. I decided to go off with a couple of my college friends and enjoy a week in the sun and on the beach. One problem was I never made it there.
I packed my clothes into my convertible and left for my eighteen-hour drive to the sunny shores of the citrus state. Some how my friends and I got separated in the fog halfway there. So I pulled off to get a map. It was late evening and the wet streets and dense fog made it hard to see where I was. The gas station I stopped at was old; ancient maybe prehistoric but as the sign said, “Last Chance for 40 Miles” it was just that. I filled the tank and went inside to buy a map; of course they didn’t have those things. They didn’t have any call for them and as the old man behind the counter told me, “We generally know where we are headed youngster.” I pretty much knew I was in trouble. I asked him where the interstate was and he pointed out the door. I asked him if knew where I was, and he said, “My store.” So I paid for the gas and left knowing he had no compassion for a young lost man.
I got into my car and headed back up the road the way I came, so I thought. The fog was much thicker and I missed the turn, I saw it only after I was beside the last sign showing the opposite direction. I started to turn around when I a cold eerie creepy feeling came over me, just as I saw a black pick up stopped dead in the r... Läs hela novellen
