The waning candle

The only light in the room is coming from a flickering old candle you doubt that anyone will found among the rubble and wrecked furniture faster enough. You have to emerge from here somehow. You are trapped,  you try to breathe slowly while smelling the musky humid earth beneath the remains of this cottage...

You exhale once again striving to conserve oxygen. Your whole body is swollen from crawling through the shattered crystals from the broken windows.

It is only a matter of time. You have to get the hell out from this mortal trap.

Crack, Crack.

You can hear cracking noises coming from the once-solid oak cantilever; that nowadays is only a broken beam shattered by the crushing weight of tons of earth and debris that buried you and what it is left of the elegant cottage.