The Man in the Tunnel

 

 

A long, dark, quiet, tunnel that runs underneath the mountains.  Two girls having fun taking pictures. They see a man approaching slowly from the other end of the tunnel but don’t  give it much thought, until he’s right next to them. He’s mumbling incoherently and the only word they catch is “jail”. It’s the same pattern of speech over and over, in spite of their attempts to ask him if he’s ok.  He’s bigger than they are and not many people are around, so as he steps closer they know their best option is to get out of there.

They calmly gather their things and excuse their selves away from the man. He watches as they head down the tunnel. As they approach the center of the tunnel, the lights overhead go out, leaving them in total darkness, save for the literal, distant light at the end of the tunnel. Daring a glance behind them they see the man is still in the tunnel and they can’t tell if he’s following or only watching.  A fit of laughter overtakes them at the ridiculousness of the situation, and laughing is better than crying in panic.

Finally out of the tunnel and safely in the sunlight the friend decides to call the police to have them check on the man in the tunnel in case he’s lost or truly dangerous. Only to discover there’s no signal and then the realization that at some point they are going to have to walk back through that tunnel.

That was my Saturday afternoon folks!