beady little eyes
You walk on towards the end of the tunnel. Your parched throat cries
out in agony. You try to remember what happened back by the water.
Oh, what you wouldn't give for a nice flask of spring water. You
quicken your pace; praying that there's a lake or river at the end of
the cave.
You are almost there; just a couple more
steps...
As the withering flames die out among the glistening shards of glass
you see two beady little eyes. An innocent rat scurries into its
hole. You scold yourself for wasting a perfectly good lamp on account
of being frightened by such a small creature.
