She told no one she was walking the same path she had traveled with her father while he talked of cave safety and the history of it. Today she walked alone returning to the massive flat mouthed cave that used to shelter Native Americans.
Reaching the entrance she remembered to look at the ceiling to see if there were fresh rock falls and used her light sparingly even though she had another. During her previous visit she had spotted the entrance of another room but her father pointed out some fallen rock and said it was not safe to go further.
Reaching the opening in the back she crawled deeper as her flashlight illuminated drawings on the wall possibly not seen for hundreds or thousands of years. Admiring the art and traveling farther than she had gone before the cave rumbled dropping rocks behind her and she knew she was never going home.
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