As Campy paced back and forth, he would turn once in a while and stare at the the iron gremlin. Sometimes catching the gremlin with a new face, sometimes not but that didn't matter anymore, it was how to open the door that mattered.
With a snap of his fingers, Girlymann announced, "Got it." He walked to the door and with his arms folded across his chest said, "Boo."
Nothing happened. The iron gremlin held the iron ring in stone silence and the door stayed fast when Campy tried to pull it open.
"Shit, I was sure that was it."
"Maybe it's some witch curse, some kind of spell. How would you know what to do then?" Vic asked and got up to dust the dirt off his butt.
"Could be, I wouldn't doubt it. I guess the only thing is to wait and hope they come back soon."
And wait they did. They told stories of bike rides and bike people. Vic said he missed his girlfriend and Campy his boyfriend back in Italy. They talked of riding in storms and days made as if in heaven. Vic's gal always had champagne for him at the end of the tour, and told him how clever he was and how important to the team.
"She makes feel like a million, even though I carry water to the winners."
"Donatello, he was once a great racer, but an accident ended his career. Yet he is not bitter and if you didn't know him, you would think he was just another bike mechanic. He's much more than that though, and I sit in awe of him yet he treats me like a king."
Vic sat back down with his back leaned against the wall of the cave. "Do you think we'll ever get home, Campy?"
"We'll get out of this. I don't know how but we will. "
To be continued.....
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