(In case you haven’t read it yet, here’s a link to part 2.)
Whatever the woman was hearing shrieked, and her mouth shot open, and her eyes darted. She stared around, panicked. Her foot hit the camera, and it knocked over sideways in the dirt. The lens cracked, but the light continued to shine.
Her voice refused to come to her. Gone was all sound from the room until broken by the other’s human speech.
“Okay, gave you the chance. I’m lowering myself down, I’ll bring you back something shiny.” Continue reading