the smuggler’s bible


There’s smoke in the tunnel, rushing upward on gusts of hot air from the fires. Rizvan decides it just isn’t worth it to squint through the grit. He takes out the long strip of cloth Subira gave him, wraps it twice around his eyes and ties it in a loose knot.

The wall is rough under his fingertips. Rizvan wonders what kind of rock it is. Maybe a mineral? He hopes there aren’t many turns, but figures as long as he keeps the slope under him, he’ll be fine.  She’s down there somewhere, he knows, waiting just like she promised.