Dawnslight

Heart beating more quickly, I ducked back into the hallway. Light shone behind me from fruit that had been knocked by the tentacles, sending dancing shadows down the hall. A disco for the damned.

My back to the wall, I realized I was trapped. I looked at the fruit next to me.

Worth a try.

“I could use some help, Dawnslight,” I said.

Wait, was I praying now? This wasn’t the same thing at all, was it?

Nothing happened.

“Uh …,” I said. “This isn’t a dream, by the way. Some help. Please?”

The lights went out.

In an instant, the fruit just stopped glowing. I started, heart pounding. Without the glowing fruit, the place was as black as the inside of a can of black paint that had also been painted black. Despite the darkness, though, I heard the tendrils thrashing and coming close.

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