Straight Ahead

Annelida peers into the opening in the wall. It’s a concrete pipe. Like a drain pipe. A bit of water trickles from it.
‘We have to go in there?’ she says.
‘Think so,’ says Prochorus, although the anchor inside him drags in the direction Angryblocks went.
‘How come?’
‘Angryblocks went the other way, so it must go back home. And I don’t want us to get lost. If we keep going straight we’ll know where we’re going.’
‘Sure it’s safe?’
‘No,’ says Prochorus.
‘You go first then.’
‘If it starts getting dark and yous aren’t back, I’m goin’ home alright?’ says Disfriction.
Prochorus stoops and crawls into the pipe. Annelida follows.

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