The rocks fell in the dungeon of his mind.
Again and again, reliving the moment the roof of the cave had collapsed, trapping Marsha and the kids and leaving him alone. An outing gone so wrong it couldn’t have gone wronger.
The emergency services were digging as fast as they could but the swirl of flood water was making it hard. In fact, they said, it couldn’t be harder.
Stuck by the entrance.
The hollow of the cave, the hollow of his mind.
The rocks falling again and again.
Then he heard a shout.
And the rocks stopped falling.