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Babes Down Boreholes

Horror short story

 

The collapse tossed me to the floor. Painful sparks at knee and elbow where I gave up skin to the god of pissed-off caves; not much compared to the colossal oh shit I'm going to die that smothered all bandwidth. Terror devolved me right down to a tender worm beneath the descending boot and I jacknifed into a c, then an s, shredding my ass trying to burrow into hard stone and hide.

 

The bit you'd call the actual disaster was over in a New York minute. A seismograph needle tripping the groove, or perhaps that was the thin unsavoury air talking. The aftermath stretched slow and dreamy as a melting record groaning out sad songs, bad songs, songs to break up to as they drip in tarry honey down the turnstile   ...

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A spurned lover ventures underground one last time to explore a mysterious cave.

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Babes Down Boreholes can be enjoyed as part Vu Ja De: Collected Short Stories Volume Three.

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