The Tunnel
This is my very short story to go with Richard Veal’s fabulous shot Called Tunnel Vision. we hope you enjoy them and all comments will be gratefully received by both of us. Thank you.
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Guido, who was in his early thirties stepped into the dark tunnel holding the small candle out in front of him as if to chase away the shadows. He pulled the door behind him and waited for the loud clank as the clasp engaged. He didn’t lock it; he needed to come back this way. The flame from the candle flickered and small demon shadows danced across the damp walls. He could hear dripping water coming from nearby and showed no concern, it shouldn’t matter to him.
When his eyes became accustomed to the dark he noticed another faint, flickering light coming from the other end of the tunnel. He moved forward towards it and stepped around a sharp bend. He knew his friends had everything set and all was now ready for him to do his duty for the people.
He had been in other tunnels just like this one while serving in the Spanish army doing the same job. This time though it wasn’t an order coming from his superiors but more of a pleasurable experience for him as if doing it was keeping his hand in so to speak.
The small number of people he had known from around the area had approached him a few weeks earlier and had presented him with their plan and he had agreed to go along with it but only if he could be there for the finish. They had readily granted his wish knowing that if he was caught King James would have him killed and not them.
The 36 barrels were stacked high at the end of the tunnel as requested by him. He checked them over and smiled in the gloom stroking his long beard.
He heard muffled voices coming through the brick roof above him and he knew now was the time.
He lit the fuse and calmly walked back the way he had come only to be stopped by guards from the chambers above him.
He was knocked to the ground and one guard stepped on the fuse before it had time to blow up the barrels of gunpowder.
“What is your name?”
“They call me Guido.”
“And your surname?”
“Fawkes.”
“Guido Fawkes. Is that Spanish?”
“Yes, Guido is Spanish given to me from the Spanish army in which I served. My real name is Guy, Guy Fawkes.”
The End
Roseann
Interesting twist. :-)
Anthony Hedger replied
Thank you Roseann
Richard Veal
Excellent work Tony, and thank you for using my picture.
I feel honoured my friend.
Anthony Hedger replied
As do I Richard, thanks my friend
naturelover
What a dynamic duo you two are lol!- Fantastic picture and excellent story- neat twist Tony- more please!!! x
Anthony Hedger replied
Yeah, the dynamic duo, he’s Bald Man and I am Robin Reliant, LOL
Thanks Pauline
Richard Veal
Tony.
Would you like to add this to the Budget Photography Group
Thank you.
Anthony Hedger replied
I’d love to but would it fit in with your rules Richard?
Richard Veal
Yes. Because of the picture. I used my prize winning world famous homemade soup. Sorry, Snoot, to take the shot.
Anthony Hedger replied
Ok then will you add it or shall I?
Richard Veal
You will have to, and join as well. :-))
Anthony Hedger replied
on my way – thanks mate
Sue Martin
Great story and so fitting of the image…. great work Tony, Anthony, Wayne… whatever your name is lol xxx
Anthony Hedger replied
Thank you Sue, sir or mister will suffice or needs here, LOL
kalaryder
Neat story
Anthony Hedger replied
thank you
jesika
Do you know that St Peter’s school here in York declines to “celebrate” November 5th?
An interesting read, Tony, with an unexpected ending.
j
Anthony Hedger replied
thank you Jesika and I didn’t know that about St Peter’s school
ToniTiger
awesome
Anthony Hedger replied
thank you