Light

It was the first he had seen in months. Climber’s ropes from times long past lead up the rock face, disappearing in the exit he had sought so long.

He could not remember a world beyond the cave. Could not remember life. It frightened him.

His hands closed around the rope. It felt damp and weathered. It might not support his weight. Still, he climbed.

Frightened or not, he would face what lay ahead.


About Martin Hooijmans

Martin Hooijmans is a writer, a traveler and the founding editor of Story Shack. He has a profound love for storytelling and a mind overflowing with ideas. Currently, he’s based in Munich and working as a SEO and front-end developer. Also check out his new project: relgrowth

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