The Descent
Move your light across the walls.
Follow him down. Fifteen feet into the dark.
Fourth of July. The sky cracked open over Kansas City, and the noise had nowhere to go but everywhere.
A stray dog ran terrified through the dark with nowhere to hide — until the ground disappeared beneath him.
He fell roughly 15 feet into a filthy well. Contaminated water below. Walls too high to climb.

15 feet straight down.
For an unknown amount of time, he waited alone. Exhausted. Close to giving up.
He had no way of knowing anyone was coming.

