(Ok, this is slightly weird, but it was inspired by a dream I had...I hope its in the right topic )
Swish....swish.... my sandals are the only sound that breaks the silence as we walk along. The corridor is cold and dark, and water drips from between the old crumbling bricks overhead.
A trickle of cold water lands on my neck and I shiver. Reaching for my friend’s hand, I squeeze it gently and its warmth comforts me slightly.
We continue to walk aimlessly down this corridor. The arches in the wall that run alongside us are endless, and we are lost. Lost...in this dreary, wet, never-ending dungeon.
Then, I hear someone walking behind us, and I glance back. As I do so, I put my foot in a bowl of cold grapes that appears in front of me, and I slip and twist my ankle clumsily as I fall. I sit down on the cold wet floor and start to laugh hysterically, half in pain, and half at the ridiculousness of the situation. My friend glances up, fear on his face, and he ducks behind a pillar, so that I can see only the suede toe of his boot sticking out.
“I saw you walking with...” the spy starts to say, coming over to me, then breaks off as I reach up and shove a handful of the grapes into her face, crushing them against her, and the juice runs down my hand.
While she sputters and chokes, rubbing the mangled fruit out of her eyes, I scramble up and limp off, signalling with my hand for my friend to follow me.
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