Metty stood at the edge of the cave, looking like a barber’s cat. He squeezed his eyes shut against the slashing sunlight. Hunched over, breathing deep, desperate to loosen the dust and dead air from his lungs.
A week earlier, he and the Cadott brothers holed up in the cave. They’d just started to split the take from the train robbery when the back collapsed, trapping them inside. Nothing stirred in the valley below, so Metty turned back and began dragging the knotted-together saddlebags through the tunnel.
In the cave, three corpses slumped together. Blood still running through the dust.
Prompt courtesy of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge.
A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row 
Did he or the rocks do th dirty work? I love it when imagination gets to fill in the gaps :)
What if he is doomed to spend the rest of his days trapped inside the cave with the corpses of his fellow-conspirators?
Did he didn’t he, will he won’t he!!💜