I glance at the feculent liquid sucking at the concrete sides of the channel. The last thing I want is to be dipped in there. For all that my body and clothes suck and stink, there are still worse options. That water is one of them.
One chance.
Think.
*****
It’s hard to tell, but it feels longer before she comes back. As the time stretches…
And stretches…
Has she given up on me?
Abandoned me to the dark?
My nerves stretch too…
Still, I try to move around, as best I can; try to keep muscles limber and joints supple.
I’m going to need them.
And at last, the light clicks on. A minute or so later, she teeters in, in her unsuitable shoes, the heels click-clicking on the concrete.
Jenny would have come down here in those steel-toed boots she has. Mitch would have worn sneakers. I thi
