The Light at the End of the Tunnel
by Perry P. Perkins
"That light at the end of the end of the tunnel? That's a train."
The punch line ricocheted around inside Cal's head, fading in and out through a blood-red mist of pain.
"That’s a train" he croaked, licking thick parched lips, his tongue swollen and dry as old shoe leather, and looking up at the small circle of moonlight sweeping across the mouth of the pit, high above.