Photo prompt © Stephen Baum
As they entered the tunnel they were confident that their quest was over; El Dorado was on the other side of the tunnel.
They could see light at the end of the tunnel but, somehow, they were unable to reach the other end.
In their excitement they had failed to see that the floor of the tunnel had been, all the time, moving backwards; they were on a treadmill.
Their hearts sank; they would perish and not reach the other end. Disheartened they turned back.
To their horror a glorious gilded man confronted them at the entrance of the cave.
A post for FridayFictioneers on a photo prompt.
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