INO ZARB
Old Ino Zarb dragged on his cigarette and looked into the cave. It had been fun to see the children running around and having a good time. It reminded him of the old days when he was a kid. Or should he call them the young days? He’d been in the cave many times and knew almost every corner, room, and passage. He’d always liked it in there, but lately his knees hurt so much that whenever he crouched down or had to crawl through the passages, the pain made him give up and go home. Still, he enjoyed gazing into the entrance and seeing nothing.
youngHe toyed with the idea of going in with no light to meet up with the children. He’d done it before, but the last time he’d been in his fifties. Wouldn’t they be impressed if he appeared in front of them with no lantern or flashlight? The
