A Rope

By Hanse

I waited until the baboons had left, then I looked around. There were 3 entrances to the cavern, a guard at one, facing my direction and two others at the middle entrance - with their backs turned.

Near me, was a silk rope, coming out of a pit and tied to a torch holder. To me it looked like a handy souvenir. I moved across and grabbed it. Then hid again. I listened; someone was making a pitiful attempt to climb out of a pit. I crept over and looked - good old Thorvald. I threw the rope over and helped him climb up.

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This flickering torch light is playing tricks on my eyes. It almost seemed as though that chest moved by itself.

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As we age, we become more foolish and wiser.
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