Fiction: The archaeologist felt the expectancy. He had come to
the end of the tunnel, carefully taken down the wall, and entered.
He struck the match. The tomb flickered to life, shadows darting
in tune to the flame. He saw the mummy; felt it move. Sitting
up, it turned, slowly, to face him. Stared. Said: ‘Put that
damn light out!’
© Anthony North, 2010
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