Thanks Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Stephen Baum for this week’s photo prompt.
Tunnel of Terror
As Ollie’s eyes adjusted to the dark he could just make out a large tank of leaves and twigs.
Suddenly, a large hairy body scurried in front of his face. Ollie screamed and stumbled back, crashing into another glass tank. He spun around and saw hundreds of tarantulas.
Ollie felt the colour drain from his face. At the bottom of the tank was the treasure he’d been searching for. Slowly, he placed his arm into the tank and slid the coins up the glass. Job completed, Ollie bolted towards the exit and tumbled out into the moonlight.