labrynthrider: Climbing the Ladder

From the bottom of a deep, dark hole I can see a tiny speck of light at the top. I bet there’s fresh air up there, oh yes..and maybe green grass as well. It’s been such a very long time since I’ve seen the grass. But it’s been even longer since there was a ladder in my hole to allow such a thing.

Who put the ladder here? No, no I shudder to think. It could very easily be a trap.

But what if it isn’t?

One hand on a rung, one foot on another.

I’d rather be fooled by beauty than saved by the darkness.

The End

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