I
cycled to the curb and dismounted my bike. The tall grass hissed like a snake
as it blew in the wind. I peered up at the top, where the seeds jutted out like
spikes. Parting the grass, I stepped through, which I regretted instantly. Two
feet away, a giant pit of red swirled menacingly. Before yesterday, I would
have run away. But today, I knew I couldn’t. Fio was down there, somewhere, and
only I could get her out. Her clock of life was ticking, by trying to rescue
her, mine would tick too. So I gathered my wits, and jumped.
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