In the first cave, Cocoa faced the frothing slime monsters. He pushed through, scurrying down the back of a mouthless snake. A collapsing tunnel led to a great, churning cavern. Acid pooled in that dark pit, burning off every extremity.
Yet Cocoa pressed on, fighting through a circular door that snapped shut behind. His greatest challenge awaited: a labyrinth of coiled corridors and folded passageways. Tentacles snared him, reaching from every wall, clinging like a snake to a rat.
Then a shiver went down his molecular spine—the terminal hole!—and Cocoa let himself be absorbed by Leroy’s small intestine.
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Also, my flash fiction story "What's the Meaning of Life" appeared in yesterday's edition of Flashshot.
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