by Mike Day
The consequences of curiosity
|After the heat, the cool of the narrow stone tunnel was, at least at first, comforting.
They had crawled on all fours down the narrow, square sectioned, passageway.
Dust and fine sand drifted off the walls and trailed in after them from the desert outside.
As the leader tried to look up, his helmet mounted lamp bumped against the low ceiling.
When a patch of rock beneath his outstretched hand slid half an inch into floor he was, at first, puzzled.
The terrible grinding sound from the huge stone block that sealed the tunnel behind them, answered his question.