We studied the map of the underworld with a tongue in cheek attitude. Joe was the only person in the group who took the temple drawings and the strands (what we assumed were vines) or threads of twisted trees seriously. The mask we found near the cave entrance could have been carelessly dropped by a Halloween wanderer. Not one of us knew the strange claw marks from some imaginary beast would be the shift in our attitude. Joe started to prowl into the cave and then we heard his screams and ran, the cowards we were. Joe was never seen again and not one person in our group ever talked about our adventure ever again. Some cloudy dark nights I swear I hear a call from Joe, but I’ll never go back to that cave to find him.
The Bag Lady 
Poor Joe. Good take.
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