Bianca groaned and turned her head gingerly, reaching her hand up to touch the tender spot where she had grazed her head. Slowly she sat up and took in her situation.
She was on a ledge looking into a deep dark cave. She looked up to where she had been before she slipped. Closing her eyes the fall came back to her in a flash. It was like it had happened in slow motion. Slipping, grappling for any kind of hold to stop her fall, holding her breath and waiting for the plunge to the bottom over 30 feet away, but instead she had only fallen about 10 feet landing with a thud onto a small ledge.
Rising slowly to her feet, she peered over the edge. The scene below was just as beautiful as before-pure white sand and crystal clear water stretching out both ways as far as she could see, but now looking at the outcrop of jagged rocks at the bottom of this hill the view gave her a chill as thought of what might have happened if she hadn't landed on this ledge. She breathed a prayer of thanksgiving for guiding hands unseen.
Feeling a cold breeze on her sweat soaked neck she turned back toward the cave. After the intensity of the sun bleached sand, and noon time sun the cave opening appeared opaque black-too dark for any light to penetrate. As she put forth an enquiring hand she almost expected to touch a wall of unyielding blackness. (tkb)