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He shook his head. ‘After thirty metres or so the tu
‘So we come out the way we went in?’
He nodded.
‘What’s in the cave?’
‘Nothing.’
Joa
There was a noticeable but not dramatic drop in temperature within the rock tu
‘Don’t you dare get stuck,’ a muttered voice warned from behind him in one such instance.
‘No worries,’ he assured her. ‘How’re you doing?’
‘Fine. Just keep going and try not to kick me in the face with those size twelves you’re wearing.’
Gri
‘All right.’
When the tu
A hand clamped around his right ankle. ‘Er, Brett... you’re not getting claustrophobic and hysterical on me, are you?’
The cautiously voiced question added to his amusement. ‘Nope. Just appreciating some old memories.’
‘So how come you’ve stopped moving?’
‘Because I’m at the cave.’
‘Already! Really?’ The excitement dripping from her voice magnified his own. He wasn’t game to examine why.
‘Just stay where you are till I get right in, okay?’
‘Okay.’
As testament to his increased height since he’d last been down here as a seventeen-year-old, his arms reached the cave floor without being fully extended. He released the flashlight, which rolled a little, throwing patterns of light and shadow on the dark crusty walls, and ‘walked’ his palms until he could get his feet to the floor. Standing, he turned in a small circle to survey his surroundings.
Structurally nothing had noticeably changed in the almost two decades since his last visit, but it irked him that more recent visitors had found it necessary to make the underground trek armed with spray cans. Unfortunately the absence of skeletal remains suggested the vandals who’d scrawled ‘RAP RULES’ in fluorescent yellow on the walls hadn’t perished from inhaling paint fumes in a confined space.
‘Brett! Are you all right?’
‘Yeah,’ he responded, dusting his gritty hands across the back of his jeans before crouching again at the entrance of the tu
Joa
Instinctively Brett took a hold of her forearms. ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just ease out slowly.’
‘Gotcha,’ she said, obeying his instructions, although Brett was pretty sure he hadn’t said anything about putting her hands on his shoulders, nor about sliding them around his neck as she emerged further. But, reluctant to look a gift horse in the mouth, and needing to keep his equilibrium, he started inching his feet backwards. Unfortunately Joa
Joa
Within seconds, though, she rallied herself. ‘Oh, Lord, I’m so sorry!’ she gushed. ‘It’s all my fault. Are you okay?’
Oh, yeah, it was her fault, all right. And he’d be just dandy once she stopped squirming and wriggling her body against his and the stupid voice inside him stopped chanting, This is your chance; kiss her, kiss her...
‘Brett... Are you going to be able to get up?’
He gave a dry, humourless laugh. ‘There’s no indication that’s going to be a problem. Although it’s a bit hard with you lying all over me.’ And getting a damn sight harder by the second! he added silently.
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