Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 82

With the lamp close by the hollow could be seen, several feet across and a good two feet deep, the darker
sand piled around it was from deep within the ground
where the heat of the day had not dried it. Almost as
if something had pushed up from below rather than
dug down from the top. One set of foot prints led away
from the hole, one foot bare, one with a sandal. The
tracks vanished after no more than a few paces.
One thing was clear, there were no tracks leading to
the hole.
The general looked up at the Arab who held the lamp.
“Who might you be?”
“Abdul Rashid.”
“Your fellows se [HY