Kellie Bridges

The Old Man In The Dust

It has been weeks since I last saw Elsibeth. She was determined to go to the surface to get whatever supplies she could find. She couldn't stand the thought of us wasting the last of our rations, stuck here in this crumbling pit. I knew it was wrong to send her out alone. I could exonerate myself from my crushing guilt by saying my injury was to blame. I still knew had I not given in to my shameful cowardice I could have gone with her, instead, I let her go. Elsibeth said she would just be an hour or two, and she would be back.