Caves | A 100 Word Story

#221 Seven of Parchment

“We ought to turn back, James.” He wiped sweat from his brow and took small breaths to keep from inhaling dirt and age that lingered in the cavern.

“Nonsense. We’ve come this far. What we’re looking for is just a few meters this way. I can feel it, mate. We’re almost there!” He slapped Charlie on the shoulder. His last sentence echoed down the tunnel. The sound traveling endlessly.

James whistled as they crawled. Infuriating Charlie even more. Finally, they approached an opening. James switched on his headlamp to get a better look.

“Bloody hell,” echoed through hundreds more tunnels.