25: Atony
“Keep on digging, my son. And you will find it eventually.” He said.
But I’m losing hope. I can see the sunlight fail, and dark night will soon overcome us. I look out of my hole, at the face above me. Always with that shining smile. Always pushing me on to take the next step. Always picking me up when I’ve fallen. I make to find a way to climb up to him, but I can’t find any. I look up again, and he’s gone.
I try to raise my voice, but I can’t make a sound. The effort wares me out and I sink back into the darkness.
