The following story was written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt, provided weekly by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her website, Addicted to Purple. Click on the blue frog below to read other stories responding to the photo prompt or to add your own!
Fatima had kept us alive in the tunnels: fended off our claustrophobic madness, hunted the mutated underground creatures. We followed her strength, but most no longer believed in “the way out.”
I wasn’t sure Fatima believed either until I asked why we were leaving the best section we’d found.
Fatima frowned. “If we stay, we won’t find the way out.”
We moved on. Slowly, the tunnel changed. We saw its walls in sharper detail.
Then, a whole square of light.
“The way out,” Fatima breathed.
We followed, not knowing where, only knowing it was “out,” and Fatima would be there.