Erin Brosey
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I am a fantasy author and poet living in San Francisco working on completing my first novel. I'm looking forward to sharing short stories and poems here and being part of this community.
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Livy slipped past the thin, blue, plastic rope. The sweaty attendant turned to eye a group of women in low cut tank tops snapping pictures and talking animatedly in French. In two steps she was around a column staring at a set of stairs pitted with age and acid rain. Another length of cheap twine cordoned off the descent. She looked behind her. No one was there, but the scrape of footsteps on sand strewn stone and a sharp word in Turkish sent her dipping under. A few steps down, she slipped on the smooth stone. Her hands raked against the sharp rocks on either side of her. Desperate not to roll down the rest of the way, she dug her fingers into the crevices. The grind of her shoes on the gritty stairs echoed into the depths of the cavern beneath her. She steadied herself and listened. Nothing. She huffed her relief. She pressed herself away from the walls slowly and tried a few more steps, cautiously this time.
By Erin Brosey5 years ago in Humans
