The Sunday Whirl

Joe’s body started to weave and the voices in his head louder to be screams. He tried to follow the edge of the pit, but it seemed to spiral down. The bones in his legs were weakening and he raised his arms to his temples with horrible aching. All of a sudden there were sparks in front of his eyes while the desolate underworld opened up to see a fast moving current of muddy water below. Joe knew he was going to fall into hell.

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