Lonely at the Bottom
by Craig Peterson
This is a lonely I could have never imagined. Alone with my thoughts. I wonder how long this will last, when or if they’ll realize the mistake they made.
From inside I could hear what sounded like sobbing, or was it laughing? A sudden jolt and I felt the descent. The chatter outside grew dimmer. An uncaring cold gripped me. By the time a sharp thud ended my journey the voices outside were barely audible. One thing was certain. It was laughter.
As dirt began to land above me I knew this was no mistake. I screamed into the void.
