Cave

The cave was fairly dark. The only light came from the faraway entrance. It was high and wide enough that the sunshine reached even this deeper place. The warm rays made colorful lights dance on the wet surface of the stalactites. The dance of the light gave an eerie but playful feeling to the whole place.

One could hear echoes everywhere as the small drops of water reached the floor of the cave. The small brook to the side never stopped singing throughout the whole thing making the impression that someone was 

always close by.

If one lived here long enough, maybe they would be able to make a difference between the noises, but it surely hadn’t been the case with the person who was lying face down in the middle of the pathway. The clothes on the body were so wet they stuck to the skin. The dirt was so embedded in them, they could never be washed clean. The fabric was torn at places, and it showed bruised skin.

The person held a little plush toy in one fisted hand. The knuckles were raw, and under the nails there was someone else’s blood and skin. If one had looked closer, maybe they would have been able to see the redness of the inside of the throat as it got sore from screaming. Would have been able to see it without looking into the mouth. At least after the blood was washed away by the falling drops of water.