The Labyrinth of Lonely Souls
29. Their Tears II
She walks and she walks until she hears someone crying, and it frightens her.
Though, it occurs to her, that the boy who'd given her the torch might have followed her crying to her.
And she should walk on. Follow the crying. Offer something.
But she freezes where she is. The light might be visible to the crier. Or not. Sound echoes quite far in the dark emptiness. Or it can. She has no sense of distance, even with her torch.
She grips it until her knuckles go white and she stares.
It might be a trap. It might be a dead end. Something to scrape off the fragile hope.
It might be someone lost.
Like her.
And maybe that's the real reason she doesn't want to walk on.
She doesn't want to start crying too.
Even though she is. Crying, that is.
