Love Is What Matters

After their close call last week, he was more than a little apprehensive about her safety. They had been venturing into unknown territory, down a narrow passageway with absolutely no lights, except for a headlamp attached to his helmet. This new property was riddled with underground caves. This was a part of the property the real-estate agent had not shown them. She had said, “Oh, there are just more caves down there.” The blackness was inky, eerie and complete in these underground caves. Spooky, thought Vince.

They hadn’t gone far when Eve had slipped on the wet floor, landing with a Whump! and had gone sliding along the slippery corridor. The walls and flooring of these caves could be very slick and treacherous because of natural hot springs leaking out unexpectedly. Vince had not been able to follow her progression down the slick corridor, because the light on his headlamp just bobbed around wildly. Eve had slid a long way down a slight decline, finally able to brace herself in a narrow place between the walls. Neither of them knew what was at the end of this slick passageway.