Rotten luck

“Yes the cave, that’s why I came here actually.” I say relieved, "Please, go to the cave. It’s really brilliant! "

“We don’t need to go there. Were fine here. You should go back to where you came from.
Before they see you.” the man said, shooting worried glances around the empty street.

“What? Whose they? Wait- never mind. You have to go! This is important!” I cry, why weren’t they listening to me! Didn’t they realize how desperate this situation was!

“You should go now.” the man said, his eyes becoming focused now, not scanning every which way for God only knows what. “Good bye.”

With that they hurried off, without a backwards glance.

“Wait!” I try calling after them, but it’s no use. They are already gone, the bland streets engulfing them in the night air.

Great. Just great. What rotten luck. Now what? What am I supposed to do? This is ridiculous. Shaking my head in dismay, I decide to go looking for another living soul who I could possibly help.

View this story's 1 comments.