NEW YORK MIINING DISASTER
By MURAKAMI Haruki
Translated by Philip Gabriel
They blew out their lamps to save on air, and darkness surrouhem. No one spoke. All they could hear in the dark was the sound of water dripping from the ceiling every five seds.
“O.K., everybody, try not to breathe so much. We don’t have enough air left,” an old miner said. He held his voice to a whisper, but even so the wooden beams on the ceiling of the tunnel creaked faintly. In the dark, the miners huddled together, straining to hear one sound. The sound of pickaxes. The sound of life.
They waited for hours. Reality began to melt away in the darkness. Everything began to feel as if it were happening a long time ago, in a world far away. Or was it happening iure, in a different far-off world?
Outside, people were digging a hole, trying to reach them. It was like a se from a movie.
A friend of mine has a habit of going to the zoo whehere’s a typhoon. He’s been doing this fo……（内容加载失败！）
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