“Hey Jack, Sarah and I are going spelunking this weekend,” Ed said. “Do you think you and Donna might want to join us?”
“Spelunking? What the hell is spelunking?” Jack asked.
“It’s exploring caves and underground caverns,” Ed said.
“Cool,” Jack said. “I remember my parents taking me to Luray Caverns in Virginia when I was a kid. It was a huge cave with, whaddya call ‘em, stalactites and stalagmites and shit like that. Yeah, that sounds like fun. I’m in.”
“Well, this isn’t exactly the same thing, buddy,” Ed said. “The caves we visit aren’t show caves like Luray. They’re not the huge, well-lighted caves that you can stand up and walk through. They’re smaller caves with tight passages that you climb, squeeze, and crawl your way through. In spelunking, you usually wear overalls and a hard hat with a headlamp on it and you never know what you’ll find around each corner. You may come across interesting rock formations, underground streams, waterfalls, canyons, and cave bats.”
“Bats? You mean like flying rats?” Jack said. “You know, Ed, I’d love to go spelunking with you and Sarah in those caves, I really would. But I just remembered that Donna said something about visiting her parents this weekend.”
Ed gave Jack a knowing smile. “Yeah, sure, buddy, I understand. Be sure and say hello to Donna’s folks for me. Maybe the two of you are free next weekend to try skydiving with us.”
“Um, yeah, sounds good, Ed,” Jack said, a nervous tone in his voice. “I’ll discuss it with Donna and get back to you on that.”
Written for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, where we are instructed to use the word “cave” as a noun or a verb.”