87. Food
Genesis stared around him, eyes wide in disbelief. He couldn't move! A small shaft of light spilled down onto the rock in front of him, and he stared at it, swallowing stiffly to try and dislodge the lump that had formed.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps and looked up. Right above him, he could now see a figure standing there looking down at him. They took one more step forward and the light was blocked out.
"Help! Get me out!" Genesis yelled, shifting so that he could lift one arm and extend it towards whoever was standing above his prison.
"Are you hungry?" the figure asked, slight teasing etched into their voice. Genesis' arm dropped slightly, leaning against the side of the rocky hole.
"Yes! I am. So hungry; weak. Please get me out of here!" Genesis begged.
"I'm not sure that I can do that."
"Why not?" Genesis asked, slight pain to his voice this time.
"Simply because you are trapped completely in a rocky crevasse. I am not strong enough to pull you out. Would you like some food until I can fetch someone else to get you out?"
"Please, yes!" Genesis extended his arm again to its full length, trying desperately to reach the top.
"Here you go." the figure said, bending down slightly.
The figure was holding some food in his hand, doing something to it. Genesis quickly noticed he was tying a rope around it, perhaps so that he didn't drop it past Genesis and have it go to waste.
"Here." The figure let go of the food and dangled it down by the rope, but his attention was elsewhere as he moved over and tied the other end of the rope to something else.
"Wha.. what?" Genesis questioned, watching in astonishment as the figure stood again and walked away. The food dangled just above Genesis' reach. "Wait! Come back!" he yelled, thrashing in his small confinement.
"I'm so.. hungry.." Genesis mumbled, closing his eyes and lowering his head, allowing a small tear to slip out the corner of his eye and slide down his face.