The year was 1972. I stood at the edge of a tunnel and peered into the darkness. It wasn’t the first time and, given the fact I was standing here again, it might not be the last.
“This is so cool!”Arlene said.
“I forgot something in the car,” I muttered, walking away.
The footsteps behind me said that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “But you’ve just GOT to see…”
“The 200 foot drop 13 feet inside the entrance?” I asked. “No thanks.”
“A…drop?” she stuttered out as if she didn’t know.
“I hate tunnels,” I said.
Irritated at the glitch in her plans she demanded, “When have you ever been in a tunnel?”
“The birth canal is a tunnel. It was almost as bad going through that as it was the three times I hit the bottom of that shaft. There are more than a few bodies down there already.”
Bitter. That’s how I’d describe her laugh. “You’re kidding?”
“Worse than landing on slime and bones, I never got to lose my virginity!”
“I…I don’t understand. My boyfriend said that you and he….”
“I told that nut job I’d rather date a badger than go out with him, and I don’t do stuff like that to my friends!”
“God sent you back to keep me from doing something stupid?”
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